Party People (Letra)

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Party people, hey, it’s Friday night,
We’re gonna rock this join until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, hey, it’s Friday night

Just another day, sitting, watching the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock, man, it feels like it’s stopped
Wishing time away, pushing Monday through to Friday,
I’m dreaming of the crowd
Everybody’s banging out, the soft top’s down,
And we’re pumping the sounds
I can feel the vibe as we’re cruising the town,
I can’t wait ‘til Friday comes around

When the working week is done, got my money,
And now, I’m gonna get some

Do what I got to do, I’ll do what they say,
But I swear this ship is coming my way I’m gonna kiss this place goodbye,
I’m gonna chase my destiny
I’m gonna make it Friday everyday

When the working week is done, got my money,
And now, I’m gonna get some

Bring, bring, bring, telephone rings,
Tell me, baby, what you’re saying I know sometimes, it’s hard to take it,
Trust me, baby, just believe it Monday, I know it goes so slow,
Tuesday, man, I just don’t know
Wednesday drives you crazy,
Thursday’s over, man, it’s Friday

Party People (Letra)

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Chorus:

Party people (are you ready?)
Party people (are you ready for this?)
Party people (are you ready?)
Party people (are you ready for this?)
Better gather around, gp’s in town (are you ready?)
Better gather around, gp’s in town (to get sweaty)
We came to rock it and tear down these walls
It’s up to ya’ll, what you wanna do?
Ain’t nuttin’ but a party, party

Verse 1: pop da brown hornet

I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling
I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin’
My nigga on the score, fly beard galore
Stepped out lookin’ prettier then prince dejour
I see it clearly, i turn my dream into reality
Our short delayin’ was a small technicality
Now i’m in the dick of things, feeling my oaths
I’m takin’ hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts
Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin’
The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
Packin’ what you lackin’
Sluggin’ shit like reggie jackson
Bitches diggin’ me like niggas dig toni braxton
Distractions had to happen
Payin’ dues from way-backin’
The days when shaolin was simply known as staten
Now i’m off the hook my schedule stay busy
Callin’ dime peaces askin’ (where the hell is it?)
On a global escapade, gettin’ high in the shade
Friday night baby girl and i just got payed
My whole squad is chalk, livin’ large like chrales in charge
Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
The clock’s tickin’ who wants to catch an ass-whippin’?
Rhymes get the rippin’, and niggas get the bitch
And it’s the format that i use from back when
Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten

Chorus:

We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls
What you wanna do? ain’t nuttin’ but a party, party

Verse 2: june lover

This is that type of underground shit you need
Every now and then to make your party proceed
Who am i? another b-boy fan
Bringing you that hip-hop shit from shaolin
I slam any mc upon his back
And play like a nerd and say "did i do that"?
You lack the skills to be where i’m at
Son i’m top-notch while your ass be playin’ hop-scotch
I’ll be underground makin’ moves with my shovel
Bubblin’, while you exposed is still strugglin’
Who’s mumblin’ got you scared to speak
When i see you on the street you label us dead-meat
I’m out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture
I could see it clear like a motion-made picture
I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat
That’s all she wrote, soon as i squeeze your neck broke

Chorus:

Party people, party people, party people, party people (are you ready?)
Better gather around gp’s in town
(are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty?)
(are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this?)
Ain’t nuttin’ but a party, party
(are ya ready?) gp’s

Uh, ya’ll niggaz know it’s gp
Time and time again we tried to tell you
Poppy das, june lover, yeah yeah yeah haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha
Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air

Party People (Letra)

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(feat. jay-z, twista)

[jay-z]
Guess who? uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard?
Uh-uh, a-timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, twista, ya heard? c’mon, c’mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah

When the war’s on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.k., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can’t stop (that)
Jigga, twista my nigga timb on the hot track
How you gon’ stop that? we can’t be slowed
Niggaz (?), look at your clothes
When i’m in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That’s just jay-z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C’mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
I don’t ask for love, i blast ‘em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or your life’s in danger dude
Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through

[chorus: timbaland + (twista)]
All my party people gon’ do what? (gonna get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup?)
(get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin the east and west gon’ bump)
All my party people gon’ do what? (get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup?)
(get them lighters lit up, t got some gangsta shit
That’s beatin in yo’ trunk)

[magoo]
Fuckin with mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what i said to him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin mc’s all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin ‘em high, right in the ear
Slicin on ‘em muh’fucker vampire style, i’m a bloodsucker
You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
I’m at the rucker with a bad puerto rican chick
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
You ain’t goin real far, see the chainsaw?
Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke
When it come to that man that just like mike
I don’t care what you like, i’ll make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
For real, i’m fuckin faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 g’s the price

[timbaland]
Timbaland good for that – [beat plays, he scats]
[scatting] – i invented that
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
Remember "one in a million" when i left ya back
Producers sayin, "how you get your sound like that?"
I don’t know playa, i’m a creative cat
Got party people dancin to dis and dat
Got party people sayin, "this a dope-ass track!"

[chorus]

[twista]
Timbaland hit ‘em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon’ do what?
Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut
Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit ‘em in the gut
Twitchin and itchin to get up, i hit ‘em up
With some skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you – listen to while a freak lickin you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displayin yo’ heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
And all the homies like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn’t ridin slick
You can let your mind cruise for miles
They can’t tell no sucker who’s allowed, with a strap on the mic
I’m thinkin how can i move the crowd, move the crowd

[chorus – repeat 2x]

[timbaland]
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake..
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..
Shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yo, ahh

Remember when you first found me?
I was workin at burger king
Now take a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always tryin to put down me?
Why you always tryin to put down me?
You get ‘round your friends and try to clown me
Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?
I’m gettin tired of all that bullshit
Always talkin dis and dat
Your girls screamin, "we looove him!"
See girls, they love me
Girl that’s just, only tim
Yes, it’s only tim
Whatchu talkin ‘bout that’s only tim?
Yeah whatchu talkin ‘bout that’s only tim?
Cause

[timbaland: repeat 2x]
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo’ money (yo’ money)
Made it without yo’ car (yo’ car)
Made it without yo’ naggin (what?)
Now look who’s the star (whoo!)

[timbaland]
Yaknowhati’msayin?
Why it gotta happen to people like me, i don’t get it
I don’t understand it
That’s why people like myself, only hang with self
Hahaha, and nobody else
Easy now

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