Chorus:
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Party People (Are you ready?)
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Party People (Are you ready for this?)
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Party People (Are you ready?)
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Party People (Are you ready for this?)
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Better gather around, GP's in town (Are you ready?)
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Better gather around, GP's in town (To get sweaty)
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We came to rock it and tear down these walls
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It's up to ya'll, What you wanna do?
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Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
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Verse 1: Pop Da Brown Hornet
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I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling
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I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin'
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My nigga on the score, fly beard galore
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Stepped out lookin' prettier then Prince Dejour
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I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality
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Our short delayin' was a small technicality
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Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths
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I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts
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Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin'
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The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
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Packin' what you lackin'
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Sluggin' shit like Reggie Jackson
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Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig Toni Braxton
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Distractions had to happen
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Payin' dues from way-backin'
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The days when Shaolin was simply known as Staten
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Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy
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Callin' dime peaces askin' (Where the hell is it?)
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On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade
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Friday night baby girl and I just got payed
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My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like Chrales in Charge
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Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
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The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'?
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Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch
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And it's the format that I use from back when
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Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten
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Chorus:
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We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls
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What you wanna do? Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
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Verse 2: June Lover
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This is that type of underground shit you need
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Every now and then to make your party proceed
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Who am I? Another B-Boy fan
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Bringing you that hip-hop shit from Shaolin
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I slam any MC upon his back
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And play like a nerd and say "did I do that"?
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You lack the skills to be where I'm at
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Son I'm top-notch while your ass be playin' hop-scotch
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I'll be underground makin' moves with my shovel
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Bubblin', while you exposed is still strugglin'
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Who's mumblin' got you scared to speak
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When I see you on the street you label us dead-meat
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I'm out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture
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I could see it clear like a motion-made picture
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I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat
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That's all she wrote, soon as i squeeze your neck broke
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Chorus:
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Party People, Party People, Party People, Party People (Are you ready?)
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Better gather around GP's in town
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(Are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty?)
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(Are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this?)
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Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
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(Are ya ready?) GP's
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Uh, ya'll niggaz know it's GP
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Time and time again we tried to tell you
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Poppy Das, June Lover, yeah yeah yeah haha
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha
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Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air
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Party People
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GP Wu |