Party Starter (Album Version)

Big Willie Get on the floor Hook Ohh 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 to the early morning Verse 1 Dance, an afrodesiac Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts To stimulatin musical tracks I thought I was just gon' come out at night and get a brew and relax But no Uh-uh, when you the party starter It's like, you on call, you what the doctor ordered It's like you gotta block the border to the door and Shock 'em when it's boring, get on the floor Uhh, it's the groovicide bomber Mic in my vest tight, strapped to my chest like I'm a run up in the party holla and Be like, oh Fulfilling my calling Big, Will, that's my name Writing, rhymes, that's my game Ask me again and I'll tell you the same Look, just write your number right next to your name girl Hook Verse 2 He was raised in the days when the roof was raised and Every rap occasion, new and amazing The back of the stage is amazed and gazing Praying for the day they can one day praise him Studied the ways of the game and made it Came through the maze and the haze and played it Perfect, dazed any person hated And cursed 'em, he was unfazed, he waited It was worth it, he never retaliated He saved it, slaving, on the road blazing Dazed when he was low, nothing could raise him And came to the show and something uncaged in him Like the pope of this 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 Hook Verse 3 I call for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was cultivated You know back when rap was smart and multi-layered We can rap without A&R's and ultimatums, damn Now today I say the praise, I long for the good old days When the party was all about partying I was a mini-party starter then My mind bends when I call my pen The big question, should I run to mine 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 getting trapped in the track And they be clapping, even when the rappin is wack And what happened When did we get happy with that He old-fashioned Yup Well let's be happy he back, ya heard me Hook