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Party Starter (Freshman Remix)
Will Smith
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Big Willie
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I'mma make you dance all night
I'm the party starter
You gonna break a sweat
I'm the party starter
I don't care what you heard
I don't care where you been
A party ain't a party til I get there
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Dance, an afrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gonna come out tonight
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
Uh, it's the groover side bomber
Mic in my vest tight strapped to my chest like
I'mma run up in the party hollering be like
OHHHH 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
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 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, slaving on the road blazing
Days when he was low nothing could raise him
He came to the show and something uncaged in him
Like the pope of this party crusade
I'm like braids that's never gonna fade ya heard?
I'm like 23's on an Escalade
Throw me into the rave like you threw a grenade
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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 multi-layered
We could rap without A&R's and ultimatums
Damn, now the day I say the phrase
I long for the good old days
When the party was all about partying
I wasn't many parties started and
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question, should I run the mind or fiddle?
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 rapping is wack
Yo, what happened? When did we get happy with that?
He old fashioned? Well let's be happy he back, ya heard?
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