It's Time to Party

                                  [Parrish Smith]

It's, time, to, party



"Now that I got your attention again I want to"



[PMD] 

Party, party, party, party



[Erick Sermon]

Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts

Walk around and strut, then a brother push up

And start talking, girls and boys are hawking

EPMD is live from New York and

Now I'm bout to rip house, straight up and jump

Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps

This jam, is a crowd mover

For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver

Or for a so-called dancing machine

Cause this record, is strictly for the club scene

Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson

It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action

Like dips and dope back flips

While the girlies are moving, and grooving they hips

Enough booty, you could be waxing

Instead you in the corner, maxing and relaxing

Get up, and move your body

Cause party people



[Parrish Smith]

It's time to party [Repeat: x4]



[Erick Sermon] 

Yo P break it down



[Parrish Smith]

Yeah



"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro"



[EPMD]

It's time to party [Repeat: x2]



[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down



[Parrish Smith]

Yeah,

It's Friday night, no work til Monday

To top it off you just got paid

So you step to the club, boys and girls are GQ

Before you go in, you drink a brew or two

Strobe light spinning, people grinning

You're cooling at the bar, drinking vodka and gin and

Your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowing

People on the dance fl,or sweating and yelling hoe and

You see this fly cutie,

With crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty

Your mind gets to scheming, you start dreaming

The liquor starts talking, you get more self esteem and

You step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"

Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands

And while the disc jockey's yelling get up! Get up!

Get up, get up, and on the dance floor

The ladies are freaking moves, you never seen before

Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works

Squeaking moves that make you squint and say

"Damn that must hurt" stomachs are showing, aces blowing

And while you're having fun, spending your dough and

You reach into your pockets, you reach deeper

And off goes your money beeper

Which means you're running low on the dough

So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes

You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key

Asking yourself over and over how you spent a G

Don't worry now, worry on Monday

And get back on the dance floor



It's time to party [Repeat: x4]