Git 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 Git 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 "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 you the same, whoop! Just write your number right next to your name, girl 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 it's 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!! 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&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 little Food for thought or dumb the