Lyrics House Party - EPMD
It′s
like
this
y'allit′s
like
that
y'all
It's
like
this
y′allit′s
like
that
y'all
It′s
like
this
y'allit′s
like
that
y'all
[Parrish
smith]
This
is
the
year
for
the
barbaric
and
the
cats
with
skills
Underground
with
the
hoodie,
fuck
keepin
it
real
While
you
was
pissin
in
your
bed,
we
was
makin
a
mill′
Got
up,
with
erick
sermon,
dropped
you
gots
2 chill
Then
niggaz
bugged,
turned
hardcore
b-boy,
slash
thug
Givin
fake
love,
with
fake
hugs,
to
fake
thugs
With
fake
mugs,
runnin
they
mouth
with
the
place
bugged
And
caught
a
slug,
and
no
one
see
nothin
but
mask
and
gloves
[Erick
sermon]
Aiyyo
likewise
I
come
in
strong
with
no
disguise,
ruthless
It's
me,
transformed
I'm
eazy-e
Past
the
point
of
rockin
the
joint
I′m
blowin
the
spot,
wreckin
the
scene
with
my
team
Nfl:
niggaz
for
life,
so
feel
that
I
see
a
few
clowns,
so
where′s
the
steel
at
Me
and
my
boys
are
ready,
aim
that
and
hold
it
steady
For
those
who
dream,
believe
I'm
freddie
Now
yo,
if
you
got
more
dollars
in
your
pocket
Put
a
peace
sign
in
the
air
if
you
from
the
south
bronx
And
let
me
hear
you
say
Hell
yeahhell
yeah
Say
hell
yeahhell
yeah
[Parrish
smith]
Aiyyo,
I
grab
the
mic
and
strike,
explode
and
ignite
Off
the
head,
reminscin
about
some
shit
last
night
No
dough,
in
the
pocket
but
that
shit′s
alright
And
these
faggots,
always
stress
me
so
I
keep
my
shit
tight
Who
am
i?
the
cat
to
put
that
ass
on
standby
Fuck
your
sister,
then
chill
with
you,
then
tell
her
man
hi
Then
start
stalkin,
three
point
shot
like
hershey
hawkins
Takin
it
back
to
the
seventy-sixers
like
johnny
dawkins
[Erick
sermon]
Yo
I
come
through
camouflaged
with
the
squadron
entourage
Lookin
like
ghetto
superstars
Epmd's
the
name,
there′s
no
mistaken
I
rob
you
for
all
you
got,
and
keep
takin
The
blah-blah
buck
off
like
a
wild
jamaican
Earthquakin
and
dominatin
the
situation
Yes
on
the
scene,
the
duo,
thorough
Lettin
off,
causin
ruckus
in
five
boroughs
Yo
this
shout
out
goes
to
brownsville,
youknowhati'msayin?
On?
avenue,
newport
garden
squadron
Epmd,
youknowhati′msayin?
To
the
brentwood
posse,
somebody
just
say
Make
money
money,
make
money
money
money
Make
money
money,
make
money
money
money
Everybody
say
make
money
money,
make
money
money
money
Make
money
money,
make
money
money
money
[Parrish
smith]
Yo,
who
grabs
the
mic
and
spit
flows
while
you
swing
low
I'm
high
off
the
indo,
but
straight
up,
you
gets
no
wins
though
I
like
to
ill,
pop
corks
and
watch
the
mo'
spill
Hundred
dollar
bills
dippin
po-nine
while
my
niggaz
chill
[Erick
sermon]
Yo
yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo
p
chill
chill
chill
Niggaz
is
in
here
fightin
b
Yo
lounge
out
man,
God
damn,
niggaz
is
always
fuckin
up
shit
Just
put
some
shit
on
they
can
dance
to
then
1 Intro
2 Pioneers
3 Right Now
4 Check 1, 2
5 Hold Me Down
6 The Fan
7 Draw
8 U Got Shot
9 House Party
10 The Funk
11 Jane 6
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