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Interpret:
Salt N Pepa
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| I Like To Party
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Lets 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, Im a party animal, see?
Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what Im sayin?
Oooo, child, I know what youre sayin
Hey ladies! I said homegirls!
Weve been goin for the dog-doo
Its gettin to be a real drag around here, you know what Im sayin?
A woman cant do nothin no more, man
Weve 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 bodys soft, but you still want more
You might end up as a casualty on the dance floor
Im an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you cant 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
Thats caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
You came to the right place to get your head straight
The cures for sure, the beats the bait
I wont 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 cant stop
I like to party till I drop
(Repeat)
Were steppin on the case, watch your face
Dont like the pace then leave the place
Its Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way were doin it our way
Rollin and gettin funky like Kid N Play
See her over there behind the phonograph
Shes 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 youll understand why
CHORUS
[Make it funky, Pep]
Oh, I feel hot then again why not
This aint pop, its hip-hop
And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to
You dont have to, but you probably want to
It makes you laugh because its really fun to
Twist your tongue and exercise your lungs to
Tonight on the mic were showing
Were strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! Where do you think youre goin?
Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin
Havin a good time aint no crime
When the joint is jumpin and people are dancin
Everyone does it, now its no sin
Yo, I just did it, and Im ready to do it again and again and again
CHORUS
[Wait a minute...
Now I think its time we give the drummer
Some of this funky groove we got here
You aint got to throw no solo in, brother
Just keep what ya got
Yo, turn it loose cuz its a mutha
Now when I count to four I want yall to chill
And let the drummer get ill
And when I count to four I want yall to come back in once more]
Its in my feet, feels so sweet
Said its in my feet, feels so sweet
Its in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
Said its in my shake, but it work me to death
I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor
Cmon, yall - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!
(drum solo)
[Aint it good to ya?
Uh, aint it good to ya?]
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