We think we've seen a lot.
When are we gunna start
Thinkin for ourselves
As long as we step in time
Take a number and get in line
Playin follow the leader all the time
A pawn waits for his next move
Media decides whats best for you
A counterfeit replica of the truth
But as long as you try persuade us to back down
We say -no way
You will never have to answer to me
And as long as i confide with whats inside
And whats the truth i will never have answer to you
So dance dance dance -whose pulling your strings
Prance around on the stage we call earth
Complain about everyone else
When we never take time to find out for ourselves
Controlled by the next in line
If its rebellion you want then fine
We've been resisting since the beginning our timeChorus:
Party People (Are you ready?)
Party People (Are you ready for this?)
Party People (Are you ready?)
Party People (Are you ready for this?)
Better gather around, GP's in town (Are you ready?)
Better gather around, GP's in town (To get sweaty)
We came to rock it and tear down these walls
It's up to ya'll, What you wanna do?
Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
Verse 1: Pop Da Brown Hornet
I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling
I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin'
My nigga on the score, fly beard galore
Stepped out lookin' prettier then Prince Dejour
I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality
Our short delayin' was a small technicality
Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths
I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts
Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin'
The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
Packin' what you lackin'
Sluggin' shit like Reggie Jackson
Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig Toni Braxton
Distractions had to happen
Payin' dues from way-backin'
The days when Shaolin was simply known as Staten
Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy
Callin' dime peaces askin' (Where the hell is it?)
On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade
Friday night baby girl and I just got payed
My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like Chrales in Charge
Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'?
Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch
And it's the format that I use from back when
Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten
Chorus:
We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls
What you wanna do? Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
Verse 2: June Lover
This is that type of underground shit you need
Every now and then to make your party proceed
Who am I? Another B-Boy fan
Bringing you that hip-hop shit