Get on the floor, whoa, I'm the party You might have a time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could dance all night to the early
Oh, I'm the party You might have a good but we party harder So, tell the DJ to my song And we could dance all night to the mornin'
Dance, an aphrodisiac, gyrating sensual acts to stimulating musical tracks I I was just gon' come out tonight and get a brew and relax But no, uh uh, when you're the party It's you're on call, you're what the doctor ordered like you gotta block the border to the door And shock 'em when it's boring, get on the
Ughh, it's the bomber, mic in my vest Tight, strapped to my Like I'ma run up in the hollerin' And be like oh, fulfillin' my Big, will, my name, whoop rhymes, that's my game, whoop Ask me and I'll tell you the same, whoop write ya number down right next to ya name, girl
Whoa, I'm the party You might a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to my song And we could dance all to the early mornin'
Oh, I'm the party You have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could dance all night to the mornin'
He was raised in the days when the roof was Every rap occasion, new and The back of the stage is and gazin' for the day they would one day praise him Studied the of the game and made it Came through the maze and the and played it, perfect Days any person hated and him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he retaliated He it, slavin', on the road blazin' Days when he was low, could raise him He came to the show and somethin' him Like the pope, but its party I'm like braids that's never gon' fade, ya I'm like, 23's on an escalade, throw me into the Like you threw a grenade,
Whoa, I'm the starter You might a good time but we party harder So, the DJ to play my song And we dance all night to the early mornin'
Oh, I'm the party You might have a good time but we harder So, the DJ to play my song And we dance all night to the early mornin'
I for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was You know, back rap was smart and multilayered We could rap without A and R's and ultimatums, Now I could say I long for the days When the party was all partyin' I was a mini-party then My mind bends I call my pen
The big question, I run the mind a vittle Food for thought or the rhyme a little But will if you come to that'll alienate folks And won't buy it, yo Look, people getting trapped in the And they be clappin', even when the is wack Yo, happened, when did we get happy wit that? He's old-fashioned, yup, but let's be he's back
Whoa, I'm the party You might a good time but we party harder So, the DJ to play my song And we could dance all night to the early
Oh, I'm the starter You might a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could dance all night to the early