I Like To Party

Let's kick it like this, ah yeahWe gotta kick it like this, ah yeahWe need to kick it like this, ah yeahWe gonna kick it like this, ah yeah[And let me tell ya, girl, I'm a party animal, see?Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thingYou know what I'm sayin'?Oooo, child, I know what you're sayinHey ladies! I said homegirls!We've been goin' for the dog-dooIt's gettin' to be a real drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'?A woman can't do nothin' no more, manWe've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us]As the smoke clears you can hearAnd the ringing in your ears just disappearsYour body's soft, but you still want moreYou might end up as a casualty on the dance floorI'm an addict, strung out on dopenessBut you can't chew, sniff, or smoke thisIf you wanna get high step by the speakerAnd overdose on somethin' sweeterDo you suffer from migranes or other painsThat's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrainYou came to the right place to get your head straightThe cure's for sure, the beat's the baitI won't wait for the crowd to get loud or rowdyI enjoy my life cuz I like to partyCHORUSI like to party, night and dayI like to party in every wayI like to party, I can't stopI like to party till I drop(Repeat)We're steppin' on the case, watch your faceDon't like the pace then leave the placeIt's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hypeHeels, shirt, tights, and a micLike three the hard way we're doin' it our wayRollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N PlaySee her over there behind the phonographShe's a psychopath, I make the breaks lastA Salt and Pepa parade this isSo march on the dance floor with hisArms wrapped real tight around your bodyAnd you'll understand whyCHORUS[Make it funky, Pep]Oh, I feel hot then again why notThis ain't pop, it's hip-hopAnd got a lot to rock to, dip and dop toYou don't have to, but you probably want toIt makes you laugh because it's really fun toTwist your tongue and exercise your lungs toTonight on the mic we're showingWe're strong enough for a man, but made for a womanHey you! Where do you think you're goin'?Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowinHavin' a good time ain't no crimeWhen the joint is jumpin' and people are dancinEveryone does it, now it's no sinYo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and againCHORUS[Wait a minute...Now I think it's time we give the drummerSome of this funky groove we got hereYou ain't got to throw no solo in, brotherJust keep what ya gotYo, turn it loose cuz it's a muthaNow when I count to four I want y'all to chillAnd let the drummer get illAnd when I count to four I want y'all to come back in once more]It's in my feet, feels so sweetSaid it's in my feet, feels so sweetIt's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to deathSaid it's in my shake, but it work me to deathI want the floor, I wanna rock the floorC'mon, y'all - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!(drum solo)[Ain't it good to ya?Uh, ain't it good to ya?]