[Parrish Smith]
It's, time, to, party

...

"Now that I got your attention again I want to"

[PMD] Party.. party.. party.. party
* echoes left to right *

[Erick Sermon]
Get up, shake your butts, feel the rhythm of the cuts
Walk around and strut, then a brother push up
and start talkin, girls and boys are hawkin
EPMD is live from New York and
now I'm bout to rip house, straight up and jump
Move your body, as the bass pumps and thumps
This jam, is a crowd mover
For the girl and the boy with the funky dope maneuver
or for a so-called dancing machine
Cause this record, is strictly 
Ascend Into The Maelstro lyrics

Exhorted by psalms and canticlesThese monuments of a crude form of grey shimmerA Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fearconfuse to seek a less doomed abodeWhy should I witness this?A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilightas ash and dust which held the 
for the club scene
Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's eighty-nine, it's time for some action
Like dips and dope backflips
while the girlies are movin, and groovin they hips
Enough booty, you could be waxin
Instead you in the corner, maxin and relaxin
Get up, and move your body
cause party people

[Parrish Smith]
It's time to party (4X)

[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down
[Parrish Smith] Yeah

"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro"

...

[EPMD]
It's time to party (2X)

[Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down

[Parrish Smith] 
Yeah..
It's Friday night, no work til Monday
To top it off you just got paid
So you step to 
A Question Of Heaven lyrics

The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley, trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue
I guess it's too late now
To be with you
I'm extremely frightened of what will surely be
I sold myself, the death of me
I know you can't forgive me
I know I'm on
the club, boys and girls are GQ
Before you go in, you drink a brew or two
Strobelight spinnin, people grinnin
You're coolin at the bar, drinkin vodka and gin and
your body gets warm, your adrenaline is flowin
People on the dancefloor sweatin and yellin hoe and
you see this fly cutie...
with crazy hips, plus a nice fine booty
Your mind gets to scheamin, you start dreamin
The liquor starts talkin, you get more self esteem and
you step to this lady, "May I have this dance?"
Then she takes you in your arms and she grabs your hands
And while the disc jockey's yelling GET UP, GET UP
GET UP, GET UP, and on the dancef
Rock The House lyrics

People always blame us for the things we like to doEver since we jumped this wild and wacko roundaboutSupersonic youth a restless breed that remainsOur generation's outcast, and we love it loudIf you wanna break upIf you got your mind made upCast away your foolish prideR
loor
the ladies are freakin moves, you never seen before
Cut up shirts, miniskirts, the whole works
Squeakin moves that make you squint and say
"Damn that must hurt" -- stomachs are showin, aces blowin
And while you're havin fun, spendin your dough and
you reach into your pockets, you reach deeper
And off goes your money beeper
which means you're runnin low on the dough
So you cool with the drinks and you limit your hoes
You grab a seat in the corner, and play low key
Askin yourself over and over how you spent a G
Don't worry now, worry on Monday
And get back on the dancefloor..

It's time to party (4X)