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
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin
[DJ Drama:]
House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play
[Meek Mill:]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got 'em on dial
It's bottoms up but it's going down
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[Young Chris:]
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room
ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista
[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
[Adam]
10 Past 10, the word's around,
There's a party going down in Newport town,
Loads of free booze and they gonna feed us,
I steps to it in my new white Adidas,
Like comedy, with John Candy,
It's funny to see, my mate Ballsey,
You think he's got the munchies and he's eating a Snickers,
But he's walking around the kitchen in your mothers knickers,
Party in the bedroom, the kitchen and the corridor,
Everybody's high cos I'm the fucking draw ambassador,
No smoking, what the fuck is that,
I'll cane your 9-bar and I'll rob your fuckin' 4-pack,
It's a house party like Kid N Play,
The DJ's being sick in the fucking hallway,
Chain Gang crew and we're back on the draw,
It's the party get on the dance floor!
[Xain]
10 Past 10, the party's on,
So get down, and smoke a bong!
10 Past 10, the party's on,
So get down, and smoke a bong!
You knows!
[Eggsy]
Sambuca, Tenants Super, just lager,
rose wine - the pink stuff, error vodka!
Weed, Eggies, Builders Whizz, Mushrooms.
[Xain]
Yellow Pages and French polishes,
Antique tables and expensive furs,
Oh son, you're never gonna learn,
The living room carpet's full of fag burns!
[Mysti]
Everybody's high with the lights down low,
At the house party, or is it a bungalow?
Feeling the vibe, and letting it flow,
Just had a bong, now its going really slow,
You're turning white and you're stumbling upstairs,
You're like the zombie from my fucking nightmares,
You're turning green with the thousand yard stares,
Covered in sick, but you just don't care!
[Eggsy]
Oh 11pm things are just getting started,
The music gets louder all the dickheads have departed,
I roll myself a jazzy then I sit back and wait,
For my boys to come back from the pub with a crate.
[Xain]
In your mum's drinks cabinet, break out the Pimms,
And the Bristol Creams, it's like an episode of Skins,
Wasted! Lost control of my bowels,
Run out of toilet paper so I'm using your towels!
10 past 12 turn up the bass,
Turn up the treble, I'm off my face!
10 past 12 turn up the bass,
Turn up the treble, I'm off my face!
[Eggsy]
They got Gordons Gin, Grand Mariner,
Metaxa, Bells Whisky, and Baileys Original Irish Cream.
10 past 2 the council knocks the door,
The music's too loud and it stinks of draw,
Some kids naked walking around with a stiff,
And your next door neighbour's with the vicar having spliff,
I can't believe it - where are all the birds?
I'm not gonna pull so I break out the herbs,
Shit on the walls like my man Bobby Sands,
This party's got me fucked and it's ruined my plans.
[Xain]
Oh, you got any draw there?
[Eggsy]
I think Paul's got draw.
[Xain]
I don't... I haven't got any draw left.
...I'll have to go through the ashtrays do roach-head classics.
10 past 6 it's all gone wrong,
Run out of weed nothing left for my bong!
10 past 6 it's all gone wrong,
Run out of weed nothing left for my bong!
[Knocking]
[Eggsy]
Who's at the door? It's the police,
shit, shit, it's the police. Is it the police? Who's at the door?
[Xain]
Just as the fucking Ecky's kicking in as well man!
Fuck I'm going into space!
[Eggsy]
I'm not doing time for wrecking someone's house up,
It's not even my house, I don't even know where we are!
Who's house is it?!
[Xain]
Fucking hell it is the police an all!
Shit!
[Eggsy]
And we came into town
And we came into town
And I've been off the bus for like five minutes now
Spent the night in the rain
Spent the night in the rain
And we'd do it all in for a party again
And I just want you to know
And I just want you to know
Yeah I just want you to know
Here they complain that the city has changed but I
wouldn't want it to stay the same anyway
As I was saying as we danced in the rain
That this city is burned on the outside
Frozen on the inside
Frozen on the inside, yeah
In the hallway for hours
In the hallway for hours
And it feels like a knife's going backwards right now
Then she cuts her wrists
She cuts her wrists
Says there's no way in hell you're gonna treat me like
this
And I just want you to know
And I just want you to know
And I just want you to know, know, know know!
Here they complain that the city has changed but I
wouldn't want it to stay the same anyway
As I was saying as we danced in the rain
That this city is burned on the outside
Frozen on the inside
Frozen on the inside, yeah
It's frozen on the inside
Frozen on the inside, yeah
Here they complain that the city has changed but I
wouldn't want it to stay the same anyway
And I don't go, but I still I get told
That the girls are so young
And the girls are so old
But the one thing I know
That is still just a mess
We just boast all about
All the drugs that we've had
Then when she cuts her wrists
Then when she cuts her wrists
Then when she cuts her wrists
Then when she cuts her wrists
(Frozen on the inside)
She cuts them so deep
(Frozen on the inside)
She cuts them so deep
(Frozen on the inside)
It puts her to sleep
(Frozen on the inside)
Houseparty
by the J. Geils Band
They're dancin' on the ceilin'
they're dancing' on the floor
People everywhere comin' through the door
They know there's a party goin' on
Do the dancin' romance all night long
I know it's cold outside
C'mon baby, I'll keep you satisfied
All you gotta do is move
Every time you feel that groove
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a houseparty
C'mon baby, dig that crazy soul
I know you're gonna lost control
You can do boogaloo
Anything that you want to
I know it's cold outside
C'mon baby, I'll keep you satisfied
All you gotta do is move
Every time you feel that groove
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a houseparty
I know it's cold outside
C'mon baby, I'll keep you satisfied
All you gotta do is move
Every time you feel that groove
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a party
Ain't nothing' but a houseparty
I said move it, groove it
Baby, don't you lose it
I said roll it, stroll it
Baby, don't control it
It ain't nothin' but a party
Ain't nothin' but a party
Ain't nothin' but a party
Ain't nothin' but a houseparty
Yeah, tell me 'bout the party
I got to know about the party
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa
Tell me 'bout the party
We are the TMB party.
It's election time for an election rhyme,
Vote for us and you'll be just fine.
We'll welcome you with a cheese and wine,
Or kill you kids if you decline.
We have some things to promise you,
We're making buses baby blue.
Red's so last year and as for Big Ben,
It's time for you to join 2010.
Gordon Brown can't brake it down.
David Cam can't do the running man.
Who's the other one?; I think it's Nick Clegg.
Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg,
Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Clegg, Nick Cleggy in the house.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, Come-a, F**k around with me.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, to our house party.
We are the TMB par-tay.
We're the only party that has a DJ.
Who's in the house? Weed in the house.
We in the house of Parliament.
F-f-f-So much spending tax payer's moneys,
We'll buy cars, cigars, and hot honeys.
I could have a mote around my estate.
We could sit around, have a mass debate.
The prime minister, ever so sinister.
Words like a trigger, I'm verbally bigger,
But not in my figure, go figure the size of my lunch.
The taxes I munch and the credit I crunch.
I'm the chancellor of the exchequer.
I write checks to make things better.
If you do wrong I'll write you a letter.
I'm the chief secretary, to the Treasury.
Got a second house in the Grand Canaries.
If you got probs then bitch be wary,
I could put you in the obituaries.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, Come-a, F**k around with me.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, to our house party.
We are the TMB par-tay.
We're the only party that has a DJ.
Who's in the house? Weed in the house.
We in the house of Parliament.
Who pays for houses like this?; You do.
Who like picnics?; We do.
Who built this monstrosity of a ferris wheel?; Not us.
Rubbish is literally littering the streets; Bin it.
TMB: one, litter: nil.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, Come-a, F**k around with me.
We are the TMB party.
Come-a, Come-a, to our house party.
We are the TMB par-tay.
We're the only party that has a DJ.
Who's in the house? Weed in the house.
Now I got some water
I told meet me in the bad... know the condom of the flashing
... with it give me we in public
Magic city Monday... the plastic on my
So feelin like... tune ain't no way that I'll be.
I'm... in your team for me
We ain't even made to all no... money
Sipping on rock shout out the... plus we ain't... my...
So I know it's real... test my name to a...
Nice body bust it... the body we get it
Loud... that's my... play rare dray beats
On your private... her I swear her body from Christian Dior
But watch it... fizz you want
Rolls Royce strip your life
And she... we don't hit the... with some hard way
... I do my cause away
Rolls Royce nigga
2012 is mine... got a sign... on my real... down my nigga
I'm like mi casa su casa just gonna touch the living room
... but never empty like he's made me...
Here we're making move... they don't house... five rolling
Got myself rolling early in the morning
Hey girls keep showing
Big boy is a team... Tokyo coast sign
Now let me tell you? bout a story
Way Back in the day
When my parents decided they
Would spend the weekend away
And like fools they entrusted
The house keys to me and said
You better not have one of those
Unruly house parties.
And now the first thing I did
As they rolled down the street
I picked the telephone up
And called all of my friends
? Cos tonight we're gonna party
Like the world's gonna end
Yeah tonight we're gonna party
So you better call the FBI
Yeah go call 911
? Cos tonight we're gonna party
Like the world's gonna end
I never should have
Advertised this gig on the net
There was like 2000 people by
By quarter to ten
And there were kids everywhere
Smoking all kinds of things
I said you better not be in my moms bedroom
Shagging
And now I guess the neighbors didn't
Dig the tunes that we spun
? Cos soon an entire SWAT team
Scaled the wall with their guns
And they was beating kids down
With nightsticks just for fun
Treating us like we was nothing
But criminals on the run
And the next thing I knew
I woke up in a cell
Yeah the next thing I knew they got me
Talking with the FBI?
The morning after and my head is in pain
Feels like I was hit by a small freight train
And I'm never gonna get that drunk again
I'm never gonna get that drunk again
Let the party beep, let the party bump
Tonight's the night I'm feelin' right
You know there's a party on in my neighborhood
We're bumpin' too the music cause the beat is strong
Like a party should, party should
Everything's gettin' real crazy
From the way more men try to play me
But it's all good
Niggas in the houses got the flavor
Wakin' up all the neighbors
Were havin' lots of fun
CHORUS:
Oh it's a house party
Oh it's a house party
'Cause the house party just don't stop
The girls are here and I'm with my crew
And I'm feelin' good
Chillin' in the place outside
This is where the party's at
Yes, my grooves are bad
Hangin' out with all the brothas
Ain't tryin' to get under no covers
I'm just feelin' good
My eyes are peekin' baby in the corner
A second look, someone was gettin' up on him
Like I knew they would
CHORUS
Give it up, give it up, give it up
We're havin' a real good time
Give it up, give it up, give it up
We're havin' a real good time
Wave your hands in the air and
Wave 'em like you just don't care
Cause you know it's a house party
(Let the party beep, let the party bump)
It feels so good to me
(Let the party beep, let the party bump)
You oughta know, don't you know?
It's a house party
