LetÂ’s 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, IÂ’m a party animal, see?
Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what IÂ’m sayinÂ’?
Oooo, child, I know what youÂ’re sayinÂ’

Hey ladies! I said homegirls!
WeÂ’ve been goinÂ’ for the dog-doo
ItÂ’s gettinÂ’ to be a real drag around here, you know what IÂ’m sayinÂ’?
A woman canÂ’t do nothinÂ’ no more, man
WeÂ’ve 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 bodyÂ’s soft, but you still want more
You might end up as a casualty on the dance floor
IÂ’m an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you canÂ’t chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you wanna get high step by the speaker
And overdose on somethinÂ’ sweeter
Do you suffer from migranes or other pains
ThatÂ’s caused by stress and strain? brother, refrain
You came to the right place to get your head straight
The cureÂ’s for sure, the beatÂ’s the bait
I wonÂ’t 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 canÂ’t stop
I like to party till I drop
(repeat)

WeÂ’re steppinÂ’ on the case, watch your face
DonÂ’t like the pace then leave the place
ItÂ’s ladies night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way weÂ’re doinÂ’ it our way
RollinÂ’ and gettinÂ’ funky like kid Â’n play
See her over there behind the phonograph
SheÂ’s 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 youÂ’ll understand why

Chorus

[make it funky, pep]

Oh, I feel hot then again why not
This ainÂ’t pop, itÂ’s hip-hop
And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to
You donÂ’t have to, but you probably want to
It makes you laugh because itÂ’s really fun to
Twist your tongue and exercise your lungs to
Tonight on the mic weÂ’re showing
WeÂ’re strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! where do you think youÂ’re goinÂ’?
Yo, stan, my man, keep the horns blowinÂ’
HavinÂ’ a good time ainÂ’t no crime
When the joint is jumpinÂ’ and people are dancinÂ’
Everyone does it, now itÂ’s no sin
Yo, I just did it, and IÂ’m ready to do it again and again and again

Chorus

[wait a minute...
Now I think itÂ’s time we give the drummer
Some of this funky groove we got here
You ainÂ’t got to throw no solo in, brother
Just keep what ya got
Yo, turn it loose cuz itÂ’s a mutha

Now when I count to four I want yÂ’all to chill
And let the drummer get ill
And when I count to four I want yÂ’all to come back in once more]

ItÂ’s in my feet, feels so sweet
Said itÂ’s in my feet, feels so sweet
ItÂ’s in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
Said itÂ’s in my shake, but it work me to death
I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor
CÂ’mon, yÂ’all - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!

(drum solo)

[ainÂ’t it good to ya?
Uh, ainÂ’t it good to ya? ]