Lyric Party Starter
Git on the floor!!!!! Whoa! I m the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin
Oh! I m the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin
Dance, an aphrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gon come out
tonight & get a brew & relax
But no! Uh uh, when you re the party starter
It s like you re on call,
you re what the doctor ordered
It s like you gotta block the border to the door
& shock em when it s boring....
GIT ON THE FLOOR!!
Ughh, it s the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest
Tight, strapped to my chest
Like, I ma run up in the party hollerin
& be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin my callin
Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that s my name, whoop!
Writin rhymes, that s my game, whoop!
Ask me again and I ll tell you the same, whoop!
Just write ya number right next to ya name, girl
[CHORUS]
He was raised in the days
when the roof was raised
Every rap occasion, new & amazing
The back of the stage amazed and gazin
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game & made it
Came through the maze
& the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated & cursed him,
he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin , on the road blazin
Days when he was low, nothin could raise him
He came to the show & somethin uncaged in him
Like the pope, but its party crusade,
I m like braids that s never gon
fade (ya heard)
I m like, 23 s on an Escalade,
throw me into the rave
like you threw a grenade - BOOM!!
[CHORUS (2x)]
I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know,
back when rap was smart and multilayered
We could rap without A&Rs& ultimatums (damn)
Now today I say the phrase
I long for the good old days
when the party was all about
partyin
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little
But Will "if you come to high
that ll alienate folks & they won t buy
it"(yo),
Look, people getting trapped in the track
& they be clappin , even when the rappin is wack
Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that?
He s old-fashioned (yup),
but let s be happy he s back
(Ya heard me!)
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin
Oh! I m the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin
Dance, an aphrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gon come out
tonight & get a brew & relax
But no! Uh uh, when you re the party starter
It s like you re on call,
you re what the doctor ordered
It s like you gotta block the border to the door
& shock em when it s boring....
GIT ON THE FLOOR!!
Ughh, it s the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest
Tight, strapped to my chest
Like, I ma run up in the party hollerin
& be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin my callin
Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that s my name, whoop!
Writin rhymes, that s my game, whoop!
Ask me again and I ll tell you the same, whoop!
Just write ya number right next to ya name, girl
[CHORUS]
He was raised in the days
when the roof was raised
Every rap occasion, new & amazing
The back of the stage amazed and gazin
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game & made it
Came through the maze
& the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated & cursed him,
he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin , on the road blazin
Days when he was low, nothin could raise him
He came to the show & somethin uncaged in him
Like the pope, but its party crusade,
I m like braids that s never gon
fade (ya heard)
I m like, 23 s on an Escalade,
throw me into the rave
like you threw a grenade - BOOM!!
[CHORUS (2x)]
I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know,
back when rap was smart and multilayered
We could rap without A&Rs& ultimatums (damn)
Now today I say the phrase
I long for the good old days
when the party was all about
partyin
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little
But Will "if you come to high
that ll alienate folks & they won t buy
it"(yo),
Look, people getting trapped in the track
& they be clappin , even when the rappin is wack
Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that?
He s old-fashioned (yup),
but let s be happy he s back
(Ya heard me!)
