Get on the floor, whoa, I'm the starter You might have a good but we party harder So, tell the DJ to my song And we could dance all night to the early
Oh, I'm the party You have a good time but we party harder So, the DJ to play my song And we dance all night to the early mornin'
Dance, an aphrodisiac, gyrating Simulating sensual acts to musical tracks I thought I was just gon' out tonight and get a brew and relax But no, uh uh, when you're the party It's like you're on call, you're what the doctor It's you gotta block the border to the door And shock 'em it's boring, get on the floor
Ughh, the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest Tight, to my chest Like I'ma run up in the hollerin' And be oh, fulfillin' my callin' Big, will, my name, whoop Writin' rhymes, that's my game, Ask me again and tell you the same, whoop Just write ya number down right to ya name, girl
Whoa, I'm the starter You might a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could all night to the early mornin'
Oh, I'm the party You might have a good time but we party So, tell the DJ to my song And we dance all night to the early mornin'
He was raised in the days when the roof was Every rap occasion, new and The back of the is amazed and gazin' Prayin' for the day they would one day him Studied the of the game and made it Came through the maze and the and played it, perfect Days any hated and cursed him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never He it, slavin', on the road blazin' Days when he was low, could raise him He came to the and somethin' uncaged him Like the pope, but its crusade I'm like braids that's gon' fade, ya heard I'm like, on an escalade, throw me into the rave Like you threw a grenade,
Whoa, I'm the party You might have a good time but we harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could dance all night to the mornin'
Oh, I'm the starter You might have a time but we party harder So, the DJ to play my song And we could dance all night to the early
I for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was You know, when rap was smart and multilayered We could rap A and R's and ultimatums, damn Now today I say I long for the days When the was all about partyin' I was a mini-party then My mind bends I call my pen
The big question, should I run the mind a for thought or dumb the rhyme a little But will if you come to high that'll folks And won't buy it, yo Look, people trapped in the track And they be clappin', even the rappin' is wack Yo, what happened, when did we get wit that? He's old-fashioned, yup, but be happy he's back
Whoa, I'm the starter You might have a time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my And we could dance all to the early mornin'
Oh, I'm the party You might have a good but we party harder So, the DJ to play my song And we could dance all to the early mornin'