Chorus:    Party people (are you ready? )  Party people (are you ready for this? )  Party people (are you ready? )  Party people (are you ready for this? )  Better gather around, gp's in town (are you ready? )  Better gather around, gp's in town (to get sweaty)  We came to rock it and tear down these walls  It's up to ya'll, what you wanna do?   Ain't nuttin' but a party, party    Verse 1: pop da brown hornet    I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling  I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin'  My nigga on the score, fly beard galore  Stepped out lookin' prettier then prince dejour  I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality  Our short delayin' was a small technicality  Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths  I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts  Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin'  The men who got the planet got crazy ambition  Packin' what you lackin'  Sluggin' shit like reggie jackson  Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig toni braxton  Distractions had to happen  Payin' dues from way-backin'  The days when shaolin was simply known as staten  Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy  Callin' dime peaces askin' (where the hell is it? )  On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade  Friday night baby girl and I just got payed  My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like chrales in charge  Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars  The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'?   Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch  And it's the format that I use from back when  Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten    Chorus:    We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls  What you wanna do? ain't nuttin' but a party, party    Verse 2: june lover    This is that type of underground shit you need  Every now and then to make your party proceed  Who am i? another b-boy fan  Bringing you that hip-hop shit from shaolin  I slam any mc upon his back  And play like a nerd and say "did I do that"?   You lack the skills to be where I'm at  Son I'm top-notch while your ass be playin' hop-scotch  I'll be underground makin' moves with my shovel  Bubblin', while you exposed is still strugglin'  Who's mumblin' got you scared to speak  When I see you on the street you label us dead-meat  I'm out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture  I could see it clear like a motion-made picture  I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat  That's all she wrote, soon as I squeeze your neck broke    Chorus:    Party people, party people, party people, party people (are you ready? )  Better gather around gp's in town  (are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty? )  (are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this? )  Ain't nuttin' but a party, party  (are ya ready? ) gp's    Uh, y'all niggaz know it's gp  Time and time again we tried to tell you  Poppy das, june lover, yeah yeah yeah haha  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh  Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha  Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air