House Party Page #5

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Sh*t!

Your shoulder OK?

F*** this, man.

We can't let them

get away with that.

See what happened?

We ought to go back

and kick some ass.

We just got dissed

by some punk motherfuckers?

We got dissed

by some motherfuckers.

ln front of their girls.

l ain't goin' out like that.

Cool.

Finally, a program l'm with.

Whatever this is, l'm with it.

l hear that.

We bust their ass as they

run out of the burning house.

Let's get moving.

Burning house?

Hold up for a second.

l was talking about

kicking some ass...

not burning people up.

Now you're going too far.

Y'all frontin' on me?

Wait. Do l smell p*ssy?

l ain't no p*ssy.

Shut up! Squash that!

Come on!

What's wrong with him?

Come on!

What's the matter with you?

Why you want to burn people up?

Come on, come on.

What's up with the mike?

Easy! Thank you.

Play and Kid got an urge...

to make a fool

of themselves in public.

Hey, wait a minute, baby.

Let me show you how

to hold a piece of steel.

-Scared of you.

-You should be.

-Go on.

-l will.

One, two. One, two.

Give me a little volume

on this microphone.

Let's get this party jumping.

All the ladies, all the ladies

All the ladies

in the house say ow

Say ow

Come on, come on

Homeboys, make some noise

l said, homeboys,

make some noise

Let me hear you say ho

Say ho, ho

The roof, the roof

Y'all like that

old prehistoric stuff?

We don't need no water

Let the motherf***er burn

-Say what?

-Burn, motherf***er!

l don't believe this.

Didn't the Sugarhill Gang

do that rap?

The roof is on fire

We don't need no water

Let the motherf***er burn

Who got a light?

How about a Bud Light?

-Sh*t.

-Get in there.

Sh*t.

F*** you toy cops, man.

-Don't call it in.

-Why not?

Why bother with the paperwork?

We can handle this sh*t.

What do you got in mind?

Let's take them

down to the docks.

Nobody can hear them scream.

Sh*t!

lt's the P-L-A-Y

Just here to say hi

Asking you may l

tell you about the day l

Picked up a microphone,

a pad, and a pen?

The legend

of the champ begins

The party host with the most

Giving you a dose, see?

Leaving instructions,

so listen closely

Two lines forming

Make sure you step soon

Fellas at the back door,

girls by the bedroom

The name is Play,

don't dare play me cheap

The microphone is a broom

And l'm going

to sweep you off your feet

With feelings

that you never felt

Another notch in the belt

lt's no secret

l like to freak

with the best of them

Then head to the stage

in a test of men

And when it's done and said

and said and done

Play's gonna be

the victorious one

Dope, ain't it?

l know.

-Give me that mike.

-You want some?

lt's my turn.

l'm never 'fessin',

possessin' the tools

That it takes to rock

l think it's time

for the new kid on the block

With a style that's wild,

yet so unique

l can't be stopped

from reachin' my peak

Because givin' my all,

that's how l got to live

lt's my prerogative,

so you know l gotta give

More for the dance floor,

and l'll make your brain sore

Kid's revvin' and buzzin'

just like a chain saw

One look, you'll say, damn, man,

that Kid needs a grand, man

'Cause l bust a handstand

on "American Bandstand"

With ease, l please

and make your mind freeze

Straight out the Eighties,

right into the Nineties

Givin' you the highs

and lows like a drama

And if the mike's got juice,

you know, l'm a-keep wailin'

You know l'll have you

starin' a while

Because the Kid's much more

than hair and a smile

There it is, the hype sh*t.

You think you all that now?

Yup. And then some.

Bust it.

lt's my party,

and l rhyme if l want to

Be careful and don't you

step to the front to

Dis, 'cause l'm gonna

dismiss with a def kiss

And make you sorry that

you ever stepped to this

Microphone wizard,

so come on, place your bet

ls it gonna be me or Eraserhead?

Why put your money

on a sorry old poor thing

When you can get behind

a sure thing?

And that's me, the capital "P"

on the hype tip

One false move, and you'll

get your ass whipped

Just tell me how the rhymes

and the cuts sound

You won't start feelin' the pain

till you touch ground

Boy, you goin' way out,

l'm ready to serve you

lf you can stay out

past your Pop's curfew

Look at him,

already a has-been

Let Uncle Play say a rhyme

that'll tuck your ass in

Am l paid or what?

You some kind of foul,

you know what l'm saying?

Once again, the boy blows smoke

about what he want to be

But it isn't and wasn't,

and it ain't never gonna be

Possible,

'cause l got lots of pull

And when you rhyme,

whoo, there's lots of bull

When it comes time

to step to a mike

l don't sit around

Play, you know

l don't kid around

So come with it, boy,

don't even hide your best

'Cause Kid spelled backwards

describes you best

Look around, watch the people

clap hands in unity

As the momentum

swings from you to me

You issued a challenge,

yeah, you threw it up

Step to the stage,

too late, l blew it up

The knowledge to build,

just filled with excellence

You heard the rhymes,

you've been petro ever since

There's no missin'

the words that l laid out

You didn't play,

you just got played out

Anything y'all could do,

l also could do...

but l could also do it better.

What the...

Oh, baby.

The police been here...

and they still

down there dancing.

Come back to bed, Harry.

Harry?

What's up? Enjoying yourselves?

Damn, Groove...

why you got to play

the alky role at my party?

Man, l told you

to go way over there.

You bump this table again...

l'm going to kick

your f***ing heart out.

l've been looking

all over for you.

Help me haul this fool home.

You're doing a great job.

Why you hang out

with that sucker?

That ain't important.

This is.

Would you help me

haul this fool home?

l told you don't invite him.

Groove! Get up, man.

Let me go, man.

The turf! Excuse me!

Watch your back!

Groove might throw up!

We're ready to go home.

Want to come?

OK. My pops wants me home

by 11:
00, anyway.

-11:
00?

-Not 11:
00.

11:
30, 11:35.

Did you see where Play went?

l saw Chill and Play

carrying Groove home.

He promised us a ride home.

l don't mind walking you home.

lt's not as good

as a ride, but...

Cool. l think Sidney's

ready to leave anyway.

Kid said he'll walk us home.

We'll go get his coat

and your purse.

Aren't you going

to wait for Play?

Don't be up there all night.

Kids got it easy nowadays.

My father said,

"Stay your ass at home..."

you stayed your ass at home.

Wait till l find him.

l'm going to kill him !

You're drunk as a fish.

Come tomorrow,

you the first one in church.

Who said something about church?

l see the light

l see the light

l don't want to see nobody.

Let's go.

James, is that you?

-My boy here?

-No, sir. Who's he?

You know who he is.

-He in here?

-No.

You ought to be ashamed,

messin' up these folks' house.

Know it ain't paid for.

Y'all in here doing some wrong!

Bilal--whatever your name is.

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