Will Smith - Party Starter lyrics

Big Willie! Get on the floor!

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

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

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

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!

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

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?

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