- Votes:
- Composers:
- Sermon
- Erick S. / Smith
- Parrish J.
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- east coast
- energetic
- golden age
- old school
 
- See also:
Epmd - House Party lyrics
[Erick Sermon] 
 Mm hmm hold me down 
 Hold me down 
 Hold me down 
 Ah yeah yeah hold me down 
 Yeah uh huh uh huh hold me down 
 Word up ye yeah a yeh to hold me down 
 Eh te eh te eh hold me down 
 Word to everybody that hold me down 
 Huh? Ah huh yo what? 
 Aiyyo P back me up now hold me down 
 while I go around this town snatchin crowns 
 from those supposed wannabe rap vocalists 
 If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this 
 Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? Let's go somethin 
 If not, close your mouth and say nothing 
 Y'all imitations, fuckin up the whole situation 
 with sucker MC infiltration 
 [Parrish Smith] 
 Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up 
 I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up 
 Ain't that ill? How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill 
 from an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill 
 Now how real is that? Burnin gats, knifes and bats 
 Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax 
 Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at 
 Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back 
 [P] Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo P, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 PMD, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 PMD, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 PMD, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 [Parrish Smith] 
 You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith? 
 What's this? Piped out five, with the kit? 
 And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid 
 This ain't just rhymin, God's on the way, and he's askin 
 who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools 
 and can't cool, this go out to the cats in school 
 It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm Epmd - House Party - http://motolyrics.com/epmd/house-party-lyrics.html
 Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm 
 [Erick Sermon] 
 Yeah we swarm MC's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em 
 like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin on 
 CEO's, A&R's, street team to a manager 
 For the cream, we damage ya 
 On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino 
 From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino 
 Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic 
 Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics 
 [E] Yo P, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo PMD, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo E, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 Yo PMD, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 E-Dub, hold me down 
 [E] I'm holdin you down 
 Mic Doc, hold me down 
 [P] I'm holdin you down 
 Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down 
 [E] Yeah, I'm holdin you down 
 [Parrish Smith] 
 Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low 
 they be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD 
 The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen 
 Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams 
 God-body, rap style, Mazerrati 
 Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty 
 What you thought? We takin more than nickels and shorts? 
 Get the fuck out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched 
 [Erick Sermon] 
 I spit flames at Oklahoma 
 When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma 
 In a coma, burned to death, man listen 
 Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb, ass whippin? 
 Believe you me, it was his destiny 
 for the child to end for fuckin with men 
 P and I got somethin for all y'all 
 who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball 
 So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need 
 who you calling when your career is falling? 
 Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down 
 Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down 
 Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it 
 Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented

















