Party people

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