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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
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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!!
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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!)
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