* Get on the floor

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 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 

And 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 and get a brew and 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 

And shock 'em when it?s boring

Get on the floor!

Ugh, it?s the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest 

Tight, strapped to my chest 

Like, I?ma run up in the party hollerin'

And be like, "Oh!", 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 and 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 and made it 

Came through the maze and the 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, nothin' could raise him 

He came to the show and 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&R's and 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 too high that'll alienate folks and they won?t buy it" (yo)

Look, people getting trapped in the track 

And 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!) 



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