It’s Time 2 Party

Lyrics

[Intro: Parrish Smith] It's, time, to, party Now that I got your attention again, I want to Party, party, party, party [Verse: 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 '89, 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 [Refrain: Parrish Smith] It's time to party It's time to party It's time to party It's time to party [Break: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Yo, P, break it down (Yeah) (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) [Refrain: EPMD] It's time to party It's time to party [Break: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Yo, P, break it down (Yeah) [Verse 2: Parrish Smith] 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 dance-floor sweatin' and yellin' ho 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?" She then 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 lowkey Askin' yourself over and over how you spent a G Don't worry now, worry on Monday And get back on the dance-floor [Outro: Parrish Smith] It's time to party It's time to party It's time to party It's time to party