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 down right next to ya name, girl 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' 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!! 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 could say I long for the 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!)