No, fuck you. Whoa, I'm the Partystarter.

Jul 09, 2008 20:53

We got really bored at work today and my next-cube neighbor was so kind as to remind me of this delicious bit of garbage.



"Heeyy, I'm Will Smith and I can do whatever the fuck I want because I'm Will Smith. Lick my nuts."
Yes, he actually said that. Well, maybe not the last bit.

You know what, Big Will? When you feel the need to define "Party Starter" in that much detail, you should realise that it's not going to catch on. Besides, you're not the fucking Party Starter. The video is ridiculous, although I do appreciate the gratuitous SFX and tasteful amount of hobaggetry. There's just enough scattered ass to keep us interested, but not so much as to tarnish Big Will's Disney appeal. This is like "In Da Club" for... uh... I don't know. Your grandma.

Party Starter lyrics

[CHORUS]
Git on the floor!!!!! Whoa! I'm the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin'

Oh! I'm the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin'
Dance, an aphrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gon' come out tonight & get a brew & relax
But no! Uh uh, when you're the party starter
It's like you're on call, you're what the doctor ordered
It's like you gotta block the border to the door
& shock em when it's boring....
GIT ON THE FLOOR!!
Ughh, it's the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest
Tight, strapped to my chest
Like, I'ma run up in the party hollerin'
& be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin' my callin'
Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that's my name, whoop!
Writin' rhymes, that's my game, whoop!
Ask me again and I'll tell you the same, whoop!
Just write ya number down right next to ya name, girl

[CHORUS]

He was raised in the days when the roof was raised
Every rap occasion, new & amazing
The back of the stage amazed and gazin'
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game & made it
Came through the maze & the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated & cursed him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin', on the road blazin'
Days when he was low, nothin' could raise him
He came to the show & somethin' uncaged in him
Like the pope, but its party crusade, I'm like braids that's never gon'
fade (ya heard)
I'm like, 23's on an Escalade {is that impressive? No.}, throw me into the rave
like you threw a grenade - BOOM!! {everyone dies?}

[CHORUS (2x)]

I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know, back when rap was smart and multilayered {like this}
We could rap without A&Rs& ultimatums (damn)
Now today I could say I long for the days when the party was all about
partyin'
I was a mini-party starter {they come in sizes. I, for example am a grande Party Starter} then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little
But Will "if you come to high that'll alienate folks & they won't buy
it"(yo),
Look, people getting trapped in the track
& they be clappin', even when the rappin' is wack
Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that?
He's old-fashioned (yup), but let's be happy he's back
(Ya heard me!)

[CHORUS (2x)]

Despite all of his tomfoolery, I can't help but love Will Smith. BTW - Whose idea was it to have hos falling out of the ceiling and flipping up from the floor? Amazing.

Whoop!
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