House Party

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 barbaric an' the cats with skills

Underground with the hoodie, **** 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 ****** 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

An' caught a slug an' no one see nothin' but mask an' gloves

Ayyo, 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, '****** for life', so feel that

I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at?

Me an' my boys are ready, aim that an' 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

An' let me hear you say, "Hell yeah", hell yeah

Say, "Hell yeah", hell yeah

Ayyo, I grab the mic an' strike, explode an' ignite

Off the head, reminiscin' about some **** last night

No dough in the pocket but that ****'s alright

An' these fagots always stress me, so

I keep my **** tight

Who am I?

The cat to put that ass on standby

**** 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

Yo, I come through camouflaged with the

Squadron entourage

Lookin' like ghetto superstars

EPMD's the name, there's no mistakin'

I rob you for all you got an' keep takin'

The blah blah buck off like a wild

JamaicanEarthquakin' an' 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?

On [Incomprehensible]

AvenueNewport

Garden 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 an' spit flows while you swing low?

I'm high off the endo, but straight up, you gets no wins though

I like to ill, pop corks an' watch the

Mo' spillHundred dollar bills dippin' po nine while my ****** chill

Yo, yo, yo,

P chill, chill, chill

****** is in here fightin'

BYo, lounge out man, goddamn, ****** is always ******' up ****

Just put some **** on they can dance to then