House Party Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

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 

[Parrish Smith] 

This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills 

Underground with the hoodie, fuck keeping it real 

While you was pissing in your bed, we was making a mill' 

Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "you gots 2 chill" 

Then niggas bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug 

Giving fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs 

With fake mugs, running they mouth with the place bugged 

And caught a slug, and no one see nothing but mask and gloves 

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[Erick Sermon] 

Hey yo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless 

It's me, transformed I'm eazy-e 

Past the point of rocking the joint 

I'm blowing the spot, wrecking the scene with my team 

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 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 yeah hell yeah 

Say hell yeah hell yeah 

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[Parrish Smith] 

Hey yo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite 

Off the head, reminscing about some shit last night 

No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright 

And these fagots, 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 stalking, three point shot like Hershey Hawkins 

Taking 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, you know what i'm sayin? 

On ? avenue, newport garden squadron 

Epmd, you know what i'm saying? 

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 dipping po-nine while my niggas chill 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, p chill chill chill 

Niggas is in here fighting b 

Yo lounge out man, God damn, niggas is always fucking up shit 

Just put some shit on they can dance to then