Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Will Smith - Party starter ------------------------------------------ [CHORUS] Git on the floor!!!!! Whoa! Iīm 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 morninī Oh! Iīm 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 morninī Dance, an aphrodisiac Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts To stimulating musical tracks I thought I was just gonī come out tonight & get a brew & relax But no! Uh uh, when youīre the party starter Itīs like youīre on call, youīre what the doctor ordered Itīs like you gotta block the border to the door & shock em when itīs boring.... GIT ON THE FLOOR!! Ughh, itīs the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest Tight, strapped to my chest Like, Iīma run up in the party hollerinī & be like "Ohhh!", fulfillinī my callinī Big! (Big), Will! (Will), thatīs my name, whoop! Writinī rhymes, thatīs my game, whoop! Ask me again and Iīll tell you the same, whoop! Just write ya number down 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 gazinī 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, slavinī, on the road blazinī Days when he was low, nothinī could raise him He came to the show & somethinī uncaged in him Like the pope, but its party crusade, Iīm like braids thatīs never gonī fade (ya heard) Iīm like, 23īs 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 could say I long for the days when the party was all about partyinī 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 thatīll alienate folks & they wonīt buy it"(yo), Look, people getting trapped in the track & they be clappinī, even when the rappinī is wack Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that? Heīs old-fashioned (yup), but letīs be happy heīs back (Ya heard me!) [CHORUS (2x)]