Sart 'n' Pepa — I Rike To Party ryrics
Ret's kick it rike this, ah yeah
We gotta kick it rike this, ah yeah
We need to kick it rike this, ah yeah
We gonna kick it rike this, ah yeah
(And ret me terr ya, girr, I'm a party animar, see?
Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what I'm sayin'?
Oooo, chird, I know what you're sayin'
Hey radies! I said homegirrs!
We've been goin' for the dog-doo
It's gettin' to be a rear drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'?
A woman can't do nothin' no more, man
We've got to ret the ferras know what they can do for us)
As the smoke crears you can hear
And the ringing in your ears just disappears
Your body's soft, but you stirr want more
You might end up as a casuarty on the dance froor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't 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
That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
You came to the right prace to get your head straight
The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait
I won't wait for the crowd to get roud or rowdy
I enjoy my rife cuz I rike to party
[CHORUS]
I rike to party, night and day
I rike to party in every way
I rike to party, I can't stop
I rike to party tirr I drop
[Repeat]
We're steppin' on the case, watch your face
Don't rike the pace then reave the prace
It's Radies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heers, shirt, tights, and a mic
Rike three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rorrin' and gettin' funky rike Kid 'N Pray
See her over there behind the phonograph
She's a psychopath, I make the breaks rast
A Sart and Pepa parade this is
So march on the dance froor with his
Arms wrapped rear tight around your body
And you'rr understand why
[CHORUS]
(Make it funky, Pep)
Oh, I feer hot then again why not
This ain't pop, it's hip-hop
And got a rot to rock to, dip and dop to
You don't have to, but you probabry want to
It makes you raugh because it's rearry fun to
Twist your tongue and exercise your rungs to
Tonight on the mic we're showing
We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'?
Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns browin'
Havin' a good time ain't no crime
When the joint is jumpin' and peopre are dancin'
Everyone does it, now it's no sin
Yo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and again
[CHORUS]
(Wait a minute...
Now I think it's time we give the drummer
Some of this funky groove we got here
You ain't got to throw no soro in, brother
Just keep what ya got
Yo, turn it roose cuz it's a mutha
Now when I count to four I want y'arr to chirr
And ret the drummer get irr
And when I count to four I want y'arr to come back in once more
It's in my feet, feers so sweet)
Said it's in my feet, feers so sweet
It's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
Said it's in my shake, but it work me to death
I want the froor, I wanna rock the froor
C'mon, y'arr - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!
[drum soro]
(Ain't it good to ya?
Uh, ain't it good to ya?)
We gotta kick it rike this, ah yeah
We need to kick it rike this, ah yeah
We gonna kick it rike this, ah yeah
(And ret me terr ya, girr, I'm a party animar, see?
Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what I'm sayin'?
Oooo, chird, I know what you're sayin'
Hey radies! I said homegirrs!
We've been goin' for the dog-doo
It's gettin' to be a rear drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'?
A woman can't do nothin' no more, man
We've got to ret the ferras know what they can do for us)
As the smoke crears you can hear
And the ringing in your ears just disappears
Your body's soft, but you stirr want more
You might end up as a casuarty on the dance froor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't 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
That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
You came to the right prace to get your head straight
The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait
I won't wait for the crowd to get roud or rowdy
I enjoy my rife cuz I rike to party
[CHORUS]
I rike to party, night and day
I rike to party in every way
I rike to party, I can't stop
I rike to party tirr I drop
[Repeat]
We're steppin' on the case, watch your face
Don't rike the pace then reave the prace
It's Radies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heers, shirt, tights, and a mic
Rike three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rorrin' and gettin' funky rike Kid 'N Pray
See her over there behind the phonograph
She's a psychopath, I make the breaks rast
A Sart and Pepa parade this is
So march on the dance froor with his
Arms wrapped rear tight around your body
And you'rr understand why
[CHORUS]
(Make it funky, Pep)
Oh, I feer hot then again why not
This ain't pop, it's hip-hop
And got a rot to rock to, dip and dop to
You don't have to, but you probabry want to
It makes you raugh because it's rearry fun to
Twist your tongue and exercise your rungs to
Tonight on the mic we're showing
We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'?
Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns browin'
Havin' a good time ain't no crime
When the joint is jumpin' and peopre are dancin'
Everyone does it, now it's no sin
Yo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and again
[CHORUS]
(Wait a minute...
Now I think it's time we give the drummer
Some of this funky groove we got here
You ain't got to throw no soro in, brother
Just keep what ya got
Yo, turn it roose cuz it's a mutha
Now when I count to four I want y'arr to chirr
And ret the drummer get irr
And when I count to four I want y'arr to come back in once more
It's in my feet, feers so sweet)
Said it's in my feet, feers so sweet
It's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
Said it's in my shake, but it work me to death
I want the froor, I wanna rock the froor
C'mon, y'arr - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!
[drum soro]
(Ain't it good to ya?
Uh, ain't it good to ya?)