Let's kick it like this, ah yeah
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We gotta kick it like this, ah yeah
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We need to kick it like this, ah yeah
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We gonna kick it like this, ah yeah
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[And let me tell ya, girl, I'm a party animal, see?
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Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Oooo, child, I know what you're sayin'
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Hey ladies! I said homegirls!
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We've been goin' for the dog-doo
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It's gettin' to be a real drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'?
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A woman can't do nothin' no more, man
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We've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us]
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As the smoke clears you can hear
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And the ringing in your ears just disappears
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Your body's soft, but you still want more
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You might end up as a casualty on the dance floor
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I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
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But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
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If you wanna get high step by the speaker
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And overdose on somethin' sweeter
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Do you suffer from migranes or other pains
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That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
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You came to the right place to get your head straight
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The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait
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I won't wait for the crowd to get loud or rowdy
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I enjoy my life cuz I like to party
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CHORUS
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I like to party, night and day
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I like to party in every way
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I like to party, I can't stop
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I like to party till I drop
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(Repeat)
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We're steppin' on the case, watch your face
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Don't like the pace then leave the place
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It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
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Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
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Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
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Rollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N Play
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See her over there behind the phonograph
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She's a psychopath, I make the breaks last
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A Salt and Pepa parade this is
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So march on the dance floor with his
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Arms wrapped real tight around your body
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And you'll understand why
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CHORUS
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[Make it funky, Pep]
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Oh, I feel hot then again why not
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This ain't pop, it's hip-hop
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And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to
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You don't have to, but you probably want to
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It makes you laugh because it's really fun to
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Twist your tongue and exercise your lungs to
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Tonight on the mic we're showing
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We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
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Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'?
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Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin'
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Havin' a good time ain't no crime
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When the joint is jumpin' and people are dancin'
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Everyone does it, now it's no sin
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Yo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and again
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CHORUS
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[Wait a minute...
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Now I think it's time we give the drummer
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Some of this funky groove we got here
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You ain't got to throw no solo in, brother
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Just keep what ya got
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Yo, turn it loose cuz it's a mutha
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Now when I count to four I want y'all to chill
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And let the drummer get ill
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And when I count to four I want y'all to come back in once more]
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It's in my feet, feels so sweet
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Said it's in my feet, feels so sweet
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It's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
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Said it's in my shake, but it work me to death
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I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor
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C'mon, y'all - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!
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(drum solo)
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[Ain't it good to ya?
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Uh, ain't it good to ya?]
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I Like to Party
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| Salt N Pepa |
