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| Let's kick it like this ah yeah We gotta kick it like this ah yeah We need to kick it like this ah yeah We 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 thing You know what I'm sayin'? Oooo child I know what you're sayin' Hey ladies! I said homegirls! We've been goin' for the dog doo It's gettin' to be a real drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'? A woman can't do nothin' no more, man We've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us] As the smoke clears you can hear And the ringing in your ears just disappears Your body's soft, but you still want more You might end up as a casualty on the dance floor I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this If you wanna get high step by the speaker And overdose on somethin' sweeter Do you suffer from migranes or other pains That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain You came to the right place to get your head straight The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait I won't wait for the crowd to get loud or rowdy I enjoy my life cuz I like to party CHORUS I like to party, night and day I like to party in every way I like to party, I can't stop I like to party till I drop (Repeat) We're steppin' on the case, watch your face Don't like the pace then leave the place It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way Rollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N Play See her over there behind the phonograph She's a psychopath, I make the breaks last A Salt and Pepa parade this is So march on the dance floor with his Arms wrapped real tight around your body And you'll understand why CHORUS [Make it funky, Pep] Oh, I feel hot then again why not This ain't pop, it's hip-hop And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to You don't have to, but you probably want to It makes you laugh because it's really fun to Twist your tongue and exercise your lungs to Tonight on the mic we're showing We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'? Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin' Havin' a good time ain't no crime When the joint is jumpin' and people are dancin' Everyone does it, now it's no sin Yo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and again CHORUS [Wait a minute... Now I think it's time we give the drummer Some of this funky groove we got here You ain't got to throw no solo in, brother Just keep what ya got Yo, turn it loose cuz it's a mutha Now when I count to four I want y'all to chill And let the drummer get ill And when I count to four I want y'all to come back in once more] It's in my feet, feels so sweet Said it's in my feet, feels so sweet It's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death Said it's in my shake, but it work me to death I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor C'mon, y'all - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it! (drum solo) [Ain't it good to ya? Uh, ain't it good to ya?] |