Lyrics:

[CHORUS]

Git on the floor!!!!! Whoa! I'm the Party Starter,

You might have a good time when u fuck ur mommas pussy, 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



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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 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!!



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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

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!)



[CHORUS (2x)]