Its Time 2 Party Lyrics by Epmd

Its Time 2 Party Lyrics

    [parrish smith]
    It's, time, to, party

    ...

    "now that i got your attention again i want to"

    [pmd] party.. party.. party.. party
    * echoes left to right *

    [erick sermon]
    Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
    Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
    And start talkin, girls and boys are hawkin
    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 backflips
    While the girlies are movin, and groovin they hips
    Enough booty, you could be waxin
    Instead you in the corner, maxin and relaxin
    Get up, and move your body
    Cause party people

    [parrish smith]
    It's time to party (4x)

    [erick sermon] yo p break it down
    [parrish smith] yeah

    "uno, dos, tres, cuatro"

    ...

    [epmd]
    It's time to party (2x)

    [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
    Strobelight spinnin, people grinnin
    You're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin and
    Your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin
    People on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe and
    You see this fly cutie...
    With crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
    Your mind gets to scheamin, you start dreamin
    The liquor starts talkin, 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 dancefloor
    The ladies are freakin moves, you never seen before
    Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
    Squeakin moves that make you squint and say
    "damn that must hurt" -- stomachs are showin, aces blowin
    And while you're havin fun, spendin your dough and
    You reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
    And off goes your money beeper
    Which means you're runnin 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
    Askin yourself over and over how you spent a g
    Don't worry now, worry on monday
    And get back on the dancefloor..

    It's time to party (4x)

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