Big Willie!
Uh uh uh - get on the floorrrr!

[Chorus 2x: Will Smith]
Ohhh! Im the party starter
You might have a good time but we party harder
So tell the DJ to play my song
And we can dance all night to the early mornin

[Verse One: Will Smith]
Dance an afrodesiac
Women gyratin simulatin sensual acts
To stimulatin musical tracks
I thought I was just gon come out at night and get a brew and relax
But nooo! Uh-uh when you the party starter
Its like you on call you what the doctor ordered
Its like you gotta block the border to the door and
Shock em when its borin - get on the floorrrr!
Uhh its the groovicide bomber
Mic in my vest tight strapped to my chest like
Im a run up in the party hollan
Be like ohhh! Fulfillin my callin
Big Will thats my name
Writin rhymes thats my game
Ask me again and Ill tell you the same
Look just write your # right next to your name girl

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Will Smith]
He was raised in the days when the roof was raised and
Every rap occasion new and amazin
The back of the stage is amazed and gazin
Prayin for the day they can one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game and made it
Came through the maze and the haze and played it
Perfect dazed any person hated
And cursed em he was unfazed he waited
It was worth it he never retaliated
He saved it slavin on the road blazin
Dazed when he was LOW nuttin could raise him
And came to the show and somethin uncaged in him
Like the pope of this party crusade
Im like braids thats never gon fade ya heard?
Im like 23s on an Escalade
Throw me into the rave like you threw a grenade BOOM!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Will Smith]
I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know back when rap was smart and multi-layered
We can rap without A&Rs and ultimatums DAMN!
Now today I say the praise
I long for the GOOD OL DAYS
When the party was all about partyin
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question - should I run to mine a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little?
But Will if you come too high
Thatll alienate folks and they wont buy it
Yo look people gettin trapped in the track
And they be clappin even when the rappin is whack
And what happened? When did we get happy with that?
He old-fashioned? YUP! Well lets be happy he back
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]