Erick Sermon - It's Time 2 Party lyrics

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Erick Sermon - It's 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 bu*ts, 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 ba** 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 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?" 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)