Текст песни House Party - EPMD

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo word is bond Five, we gettin' in here tonight dog
I know, look at all these bitches yo
Yo look how many heads are in there, god
How the fuck Ralph get in there?
Yo Five, it's some funny shit goin' on up in here
Yo, knock on this motherfuckin' door
Yo, yo, yo let us in
Yo I got the artist with me
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, don't you see him in his EPMD jacket fam?
Yo, yo, you know Tom J, right?
Yo, go get him, go get that nigga
He know what time it is
Word is bond
Yo tell him we out here
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, Tom J
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, he right there
You see the boy right there?
Yo he right there
Yeah, in front of the girl, that's right
He got the other EPMD jacket on
That's right, that's right, tell him to come in
Yo Tom J, man, yo let these people know who we are man
Or yo, go get Erick or Parrish
Word is bond yo, hurry up fam
Yo hurry up it's cold out here fam
Yo, yo, if y'all gon' come in here
Y'all gon' come in my place
Yo pass me his phone
Y'all better act right
Last week y'all came in here bullshittin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo, we ain't gotta be here
With your stutterin' ass
Yo, we just wanna rock
But yo, if you gon' come in here and start some shit
Everybody's gon' get kicked the fuck out
Yo we in here Five, let's rock
Yo we got a hundred niggas
Ain't none of us payin' up in here, we a hundred deep
What up?
Let's go up in here and grab some hoes
Yo let's go bag this shit
Word is bond
Word up

Yo all the people in the front
Yo where all the weed smokin' niggas?
Where all the niggas gettin' some dough?
All the niggas gettin' some dough?
All the niggas out there gettin' some dough?
When I say, "It's like this y'all," y'all say, "It's like that y'all"
It's like this y'all (It's like that y'all)
It's like this y'all (It's like that y'all)
It's like this y'all (It's like that y'all)

This is the year for the Bo-Berrick 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 to Chill"
The niggas 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
Caught a slug, and no one see nothin' but mask and gloves

Ayo 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, niggas 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 Freddy

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 yeah" (Hell yeah)
Say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)

Ayo, I grab the mic and strike, explode, ignite
Off the head reminiscin' 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, chill with you, then tell her man hi
Then start stalkin', three-point shot like Herschel Hawkins
Takin' it back to the 76ers like Johnny Dawkins

Yo, I come through camouflage with the Squadron entourage
Lookin' like ghetto superstars
EPMD's the name, there's no mistakin'
I'll rob you for all you got and keep takin'
The bluck-bluck 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, you know what I'm sayin'?
Or Lots Avenue, Newport Gardens
Squadron, EPMD, you know what I'm sayin'?
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)

Yo, who grabs the mic and spits flows while you swing low?
I'm high off the indo, but straight up you gets the wins though
I like to ill, pop corks and watch the Mo' spill
Hundred dollar bills, dip in po-nine while my niggas chill

Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo P chill, chill
Chill, niggas is in here fightin', B
Yo lounge out man, god damn niggas is always fuckin' up shit
Let's put some shit on they can dance to then
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