House Party 2 Page #7

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- Come on.

- No.

Throw my feelings

out on the shelf

Baby

Come on.

All right. All right.

Don't make me laugh.

Baby

So let's gather

'round the peoples

Let's have a funky party tonight

But I've been down all day today

Let's have a house party

I don't know

what you're gonna do

And I don't know

what you come to do

I come to dance my steps

I come to clap my hands

Come on, girl, let's do this.

And the bass is really pumpin'

The groove

is funkin' hard as hell

Baby

And there's gotta be a honey

At the party gonna treat me well

Let's do this.

That's all I gotta say

But there's no one like my baby

My baby knows just who she is

Yeah, she knows,

she knows, she knows

But no matter what the problem

My cookie's gonna fix it,

you dig?

See, 'cause I been down

too long today

Let's have a house party

Come on. Go, boys.

So everybody bring

your dancin' shoes

Let's have a house party

I don't know what you come to do

I come to clap my hands

I come to stomp my feet

I come to dance my steps

I come to shout for peace

I don't know what you come to do

I come to clap my hands

I come to do my steps

I come to jump up and down

Check it, check, check

Gimme some of that cookie

Mmm, gimme

some of that good thing

That's what I said

You heard the man,

give him some of that good thing

Damn, ain't nobody here!

Aw, sh*t!

- Come on, Pee-Wee!

- Damn!

Sh*t.

I just busted my ass.

Hey, ladies!

Lookie here,

it's ladies' choice...

and we're going to slow it up...

for all the beautiful

young ladies.

It's ladies' choice, Sidney.

Excuse me. I was here first.

Step off, brother.

Let Sidney make the choice.

Wait a minute. She's my girl.

Wait. I don't remember saying

I was anybody's girl.

And you seem to have already

made your choice.

What?

Ta-ta.

Mmm, you can look...

but you better not touch.

Zora, I want you to meet

my producer Miriam Mobuto.

This is Zora Henderson,

a wonderful young talent.

Oh, I could put my beer

on that booty!

Could live in that ass!

I gotta pass on that.

You see, my brothers,

what you hold in your hands...

is one of the many chains that

enslave the black man today.

Think about it.

Damn, vanilla

about to strike oil.

There he goes, look at that!

Yo, that's some jungle booty,

and I'm Tarzan.

Yo, I know

where everybody's at, man!

They in the library.

Oh, damn! Chill!

- We got enough yet?

- Uh-uh.

What you mean, "Uh-uh"?

All that? Come on.

- We ain't there yet.

- Aw, man.

Yo, come up here!

Rack some shots, boys.

Y'all look good down there.

I'm proud of you.

Jamal, I didn't call "Jamal."

Excuse me, man.

- Let me see the mic, man.

- Jamal, chill, all right?

Bilal, think about it, man.

He likes big booties, dice.

He likes bean pie.

Sure, put him on.

You probably got a big dick,

too, huh?

A big tremendous white dick.

Great show, Kid.

Here I go

I talk trips and zips

as I flip an enemy bird

Suckers can't fake

the flavor candy like Nerds

'Cause I made the track

react with a vengeance

Scooping up more pigeons

and suckers with a vengeance

Wild hip-hop, slip-shot,

I grab for my pistol

'Cause I act strapped,

and this is what I call it

'Cause when I got the mic,

I excites life, that's right

In it with a pimp limp

sent to get hipper

You're provoked, choked

Now you're stumped

and stay lumped

The J-A-S man

I totally like dancin'

with the K-l-D and the P-L-A-Y

And better believe

I sell tracks then

I'm proud to be black,

and Y.B.T., we be maxin'

The dopest action with the DJ,

the boogedy boogedy bing bang

I slip sh*t, flip sh*t

with the hip-hop street slang

I gots, 'cause I rock

the big groups, is that not?

I hits the boots, 'cause

the hookers love the dreadlocks

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

We just dancin', y'all

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

Out there on the floor

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

We just dancin', baby

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

Gonna give you more

Yeah

Yo, Kid, check this out.

I'm about to reach out my soul.

If you're lookin' for more,

step on the dance floor

Check your coat

and your troubles at the door

'Cause for sure,

you're gonna see a smile today

The problems of the world

seem miles away

The only thing that matters

is a good time

That can be had

with the help of a good rhyme

The DJ's hype,

more than up to par

Uh-oh,

there goes a cutie at the bar

- So I

- Strolled on over to say hi

- I don't want any.

- Come on, just a little taste.

It's a party.

Dance a while

I'll do anything

to see you smile

You see,

my job is to take you higher

After a couple of songs,

I'll require

Having fun? Well, I ain't done

The best is yet to come

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

We just dancin', y'all

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

Out there on the floor

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

We're just dancin', baby

Ain't gonna hurt nobody

Gonna give you more

Baby,

let's get some refreshments.

OK.

What's the matter with you?

Come on, kick it.

The music's hype,

and if it's all right with you

I wouldn't mind spending

the rest of the night with you

No kidding, baby,

we can make some noise

You and your girls

and me and my boys

Just feelin' right,

a night full of pleasure

We can take it slow

with no pressure

- Enough respect

- You won't regret

This'll be a night

you won't soon forget

And that's a promise

from me to you

Take my hand, girl,

I'm gonna see you through

You don't strike me

as a woman who fronts

- Here's your chance

- You only live once

I wanna hear you say,

oh, what a blast, Kid

We sure had good fun

while it lasted

- Hung out with friends

- And hit the skins

Next week,

we're gonna do it again

She's mine, fool!

Nobody, ain't nobody

Gonna hurt you

Yo, Miles,

where you goin' with my girl?

- Let go, or I will f*** you up!

- Yo, who you talkin'...

Get off me, Miles!

Get off me!

Stop! You're hurting me!

Kid, help... Help me!

It was very nice meeting you.

I'm sure we could...

Those are the motherfuckers

who stole Kid's money!

- Oh, sh*t.

- What the hell is going on here?

Get out of my way!

Hey, hold up!

- Rick, she's right behind us.

- Hey, somebody stop her!

- Get out of the way.

- Now you're gonna get it!

Let her go,

or I'm gonna fly that head.

She ain't nothin'. Take her.

Hold her.

Hey, get the f*** out my way.

Yo, what you looking at, boy?

Campus security.

Nobody make a goddamn move.

This is an illegal party.

Yo, what kind of f***in' lyric

was that?

Turn your damn badge around.

Oh, what up with that?

I'm sorry. It's upside-down.

Everybody stop this sh*t!

Get out of my way!

This motherf***er's

trying to get away.

Come on, man.

Get the f*** out the way!

Go on, grab her! She stole

Kid's scholarship check!

Hold her!

Let me go!

I ain't tryin' to let you go.

Zora, knock her out!

Jungle fever, baby.

- Jungle!

- Fever!

- Jungle!

- Fever! Fever!

Punk!

Watch it, Pops!

Damn, man.

- Excuse me, man.

- And a colored, too.

Oh, sh*t!

I'm gonna kill you!

Come here.

Get out of my way!

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