Party People

Chorus: Party People (Are you ready?) Party People (Are you ready for this?) Party People (Are you ready?) Party People (Are you ready for this?) Better gather around, GP's in town (Are you ready?) Better gather around, GP's in town (To get sweaty) We came to rock it and tear down these walls It's up to ya'll, What you want to do? Ain't nuttin' but a party, party Verse 1: Pop Da Brown Hornet I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin' My nigga on the score, fly beard galore Stepped out lookin' prettier then Prince Dejour I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality Our short delayin' was a small technicality Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin' The men who got the planet got crazy ambition Packin' what you lackin' Sluggin' shit like Reggie Jackson Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig Toni Braxton Distractions had to happen Payin' dues from way-backin' The days when Shaolin was simply known as Staten Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy Callin' dime peaces askin' (Where the hell is it?) On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade Friday night baby girl and I just got payed My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like Chrales in Charge Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'? Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch And it's the format that I use from back when Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten Chorus: We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls What you want to do? Ain't nuttin' but a party, party Verse 2: June Lover This is that type of underground shit you need Every now and then to make your party proceed Who am I? Another be -Boy fan Bringing you that hip-hop shit from Shaolin I slam any MC upon his back And play like a nerd and say "did I do that"? You lack the skills to be where I'm at Son I'm top-notch while your ass be playin' hop-scotch I'll be underground makin' moves with my shovel Bubblin', while you exposed is still strugglin' Who's mumblin' got you scared to speak When I see you on the street you label us dead-meat I'm out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture I could see it clear like a motion-made picture I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat That's all she wrote, soon as i squeeze your neck broke Chorus: Party People, Party People, Party People, Party People (Are you ready?) Better gather around GP's in town (Are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty?) (Are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this?) Ain't nuttin' but a party, party (Are ya ready?) GP's Uh, ya'll niggaz know it's GP Time and time again we tried to tell you Poppy Das, June Lover, yeah yeah yeah haha Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air