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Will Smith Miscellaneous Party Starter [Music Playing] ... Big What?!?! GIT ON THE FLOOOR !!! [Chorus x2] Whoa ! I'm the Party Starter, You might have a good time, but we Party harder, so Tell the DJ to play my song And we can dance all night Till the early mornin' [Verse 1] Dance, an aphrodisiac Women gyratin', simulatin' sensual acts To stimulatin' musical tracks I thought I was just gon come out tonight and get a brew and relax But NO !! Uh-uh, when you the party starter It's like you on call, you're what the docter ordered It's like you gotta block the border to the door and SHOCK em' when it's borin'... GIT ON THE FLOOOR !!! Uh, it's the groovicide bomber Mic in my vest tight, strapped to my chest like I'mma run up in the party hall and be like OOHHH !! Fulfillin my callin' Big (Big) Will (Will), that's my name (whoop), Writin' (Writin') Rhymes (Rhymes), that's my game (whoop), Ask me again and I'll tell you the same (whoop), Just write your number right next to your name, gurl !! [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] He was raised in the dayz, when the Roof was raisin', Every rap occasion, new and amazin', The back of the stage was amazed and gazin', Prayin' for the day, they would one day praise him Studied the ways of the game and made it, Came through the maze and haze and played it Perfect, days, any person hated and 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 and nothin' could raise him He came to the show and somethin' uncaged in him Like the pope, but it's party crusade, I'm like braids that's never gon' fade (ya heard) I'm like 23s on the escalade, throw me into the rave like you threw a grenade ... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM !! [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] I call for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was cultivated Y'know back, when rap was smart and multilayered We can rap without A and Rs and ultimatums Damn !! Now today, I say the phrase:"I long for the good old 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 too high, That'll alienate folks and they won't buy it, yo Look, people gettin' trapped in the tracks and they be clappin', Even, when your rappin' is whack Yo, what happened?!?! When did we get happy wid that He old-fashioned, (Yup), but let's be happy he's back (ya heard me?)" [Chorus x2] [Music Goes On Till' Fade Out] |
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