Party Starter

Big willie,
get on the floor

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OH! I´m the Party Starter,
You might have a good time when 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 when 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 was just gon´ com out tonight & get a brew & relax
when 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 borer to the door
& shock em when it´s boring....
GET ON THE FLOOR!!
UH, 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 ya the same, whoop!
Look, just write ya number 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 is amazed and gazin´
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the wayz of the game & made it
Came trough the maze & the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated and cursed him he was on the phase be waited it was perfect
He never retaliated and saved it slavin on the road blazin´
Days whn he was low, nothin´ could raise him
He came to the show & somehin´ 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 r`s 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 to high that´ll alienate folks & they won´t buy
it"(yo),look people gettin´ 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!

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