House Party - EPMD

* one minute and fourty second opening long skit 
which features neither Erick or Parrish * 

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 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 yeah HELL YEAH 
Say hell yeah HELL 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 li