Let's Go Party Lyrics - Part 3 - K.c. And The Sunshine Band

How you gonna tell me how I'ma party 

Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies 

No, no one else 

No, no one else 

Only bring yourself 

It's our way, it's our way 

Less oblivious, more so serious (yeah) 

Something you thought music would never see again (well) 

A silly lightskin that makes your girl curious 

Better hope she's not mad or on her period (ha) 

I ain't a fuckboy but i dont give a fuck, boy 

Building empire higher then you with Tinkertoys (woah) 

Me? gameboy, slash Mattel race cars 

Wheels hotter then Doc hittin' 88 on Mars (marty!) 

Ain't a gangsta, just a nerd with snapback 

Still got my Ancient Mew card, holographic (what) 

Vinyls of Eminem & Michael Jackson 

Design master, straight edged as a pastor (amen) 

Oh lord, save my place for rapture (amen) 

Polaroids, capture moments with snapshots 

Another shot a liquor spilled on your wristwatch 

You stay slipping like squeaky boots on a sponge, bob (woopla) 

Ha! you shocked? you seemed surprised man 

How about Obama in high chair 

How about 8 points, Dallas, Lebron James 

How about MTV seeing my face 

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How you gonna tell me how I'ma party 

Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies 

No, no one else 

No, no one else 

Only bring yourself 

It's our way, it's our way 

A focused kid (whaa) 

A vocalist, the top seat is as open as the ocean is (ohh) 

I'm hoping that you notice it, back it up 

It's the Greysock baby, that's what's up (hey) 

Where we blasting Monks, out the back of the trunk 

Caught a smoove little grove in that plastic cup 

Now that's what's up, the breeze matching me naturally 

Dispatching these 2 for 20s in the back of an Applebees (*archup!*) 

Winking at the waitress, harassing the faculty 

And I'm an athlete, perfect role model (hey!) 

Trying get bigger than Rosie O'Donnell (*uhh!*) 

Pockets still slimmer than my chances at the Lotto (damn) 

Stop though, give me the microphone, I'll make it happen 

Told my momma I'll be rapping while she's sitting home relaxing (hey) 

Fact is, the team is now popping like a zit (eww) 

And making it is a must like the arm of my pits 

I ain't rapping, I'm just reading off a cue card (haha) 

Came in the game, taking shots like a two guard (yup) 

My attitude is passive (yup) 

I'm shooting more in practice (yup) 

Lifting more til' my arms get macho like a savage 

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How you gonna tell me how I'ma party 

Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies 

No, no one else 

No, no one else 

Only bring yourself 

It's our way, it's our way 

How you gonna tell me how I'ma party 

Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies 

No, no one else 

No, no one else 

Only bring yourself 

It's our way, it's our way