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Big Willie! Uh, uh, uh - get on the floorrrr! [Chorus 2X: Will Smith] Ohhh! I'm the party starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song And we can dance all night to the early mornin [Verse One: Will Smith] Dance, an afrodesiac Women gyratin, simulatin sensual acts to stimulatin musical tracks I thought I was just gon' come out at night and get a brew and relax but nooo! Uh-uh, when you the party starter It's like, you on call, you what the doctor ordered It's like you gotta block the border to the door and shock 'em when it's borin - get on the floorrrr! Uhh, it's the groovicide bomber Mic in my vest tight, strapped to my chest like I'm a run up in the party holla'n Be like, ohhh! Fulfillin my callin Big, Will, that's my name Writin, rhymes, that's my game Ask me again and I'll tell you the same Look, just write your # right next to your name girl Letras de canciones [Chorus] [Verse Two: Will Smith] He was raised in the days when the roof was raised and every rap occasion, new and amazin The back of the stage is amazed and gazin Prayin for the day they can one day praise him Studied the ways of the game and made it Came through the maze and the haze and played it perfect, dazed any person hated And cursed 'em, he was unfazed, he waited It was worth it, he never retaliated He saved it, slavin, on the road blazin Dazed when he was LOW, nuttin could raise him And came to the show and, somethin uncaged in him Like the pope of this party crusade I'm like braids, that's never gon' fade, ya heard? I'm like, 23's on an Escalade Throw me into the rave like you threw a grenade, BOOM! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] I call for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was cultivated You know back when rap was smart and multi-layered We can rap without A&R's and ultimatums, DAMN! Now today I say the praise I long for the GOOD OL' DAYS When the party was all about partyin I was a mini-party starter then My mind bends when I call my pen The big question - should I run to mine a vittle Food for thought or, dumb the rhyme a little? But Will if you come too high That'll alienate folks, and they won't buy it Yo, look, people gettin trapped in the track And they be clappin, even when the rappin is whack And what happened? When did we get happy with that? He old-fashioned? YUP! Well let's be happy he back Ya heard me? [Chorus] From Letras Mania