| It’s time 2 party
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| Now, that I got your attention again
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| I want to party, party, party, party
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| Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
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| Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
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| And start talkin', girls and boys are hawkin'
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| EPMD is live from New York
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| And now, I’m 'bout to rip house, straight up and jump
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| Move your body as the bass pumps and thumps
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| This jam is a crowd mover
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| For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver
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| Or for a so called dancing machine
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| 'Cause this record is strictly for the club scene
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| Get Off The Wall, this ain’t Michael Jackson
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| It’s eighty-nine, it’s time for some action
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| Like dips and dope back flips
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| While the girlie’s are movin' and groovin' they hips
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| Enough booty, you could be waxin'
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| Instead you in the corner, maxin' and relaxin'
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| Get up and move your body 'cause party people
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| It’s time 2 party, it’s time 2 party
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| It’s time 2 party, it’s time 2 party
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| Yo P, break it down, yeah
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| Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
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| It’s time 2 party, it’s time 2 party
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| Yo P, break it down, yeah
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| It’s Friday night, no work' til Monday
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| To top it off you just got paid
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| So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ
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| Before you go in, you drink a brew or two
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| Strobe light spinnin', people grinnin'
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| You’re coolin' at the bar, drinkin' vodka and gin
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| And your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin'
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| People on the dance floor sweatin' and yellin' hoe
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| And you see this fly cutie
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| With crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
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| Your mind gets to scheamin', you start dreamin'
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| The liquor starts talkin', you get more self esteem
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| And you step to this lady, «May I have this dance?»
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| Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands
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| And while the disc jockey’s yellin' get up, get up
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| Get up, get up and on the dance floor
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| The ladies are freakin' moves, you never seen before
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| Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
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| Squeakin' moves that make you squint and say
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| «Damn that must hurt», stomachs are showin', aces blowin'
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| And while you’re havin' fun, spendin' your dough
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| And you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
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| And off goes your money beeper
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| Which means you’re runnin' low on the dough
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| So, you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes
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| You grab a seat in the corner and play low key
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| Askin' yourself over and over, how you spent a G
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| Don’t worry now, worry on Monday and get back on the dance floor
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| It’s time 2 party, it’s time 2 party
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| It’s time 2 party, it’s time 2 party |