| Song | Party People |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| 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, ya'll 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 |
| 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 crackdealin' | |
| 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' hiphop 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 waybackin' | |
| 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 asswhippin'? | |
| Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch | |
| And it' s the format that i use from back when | |
| Nineteen ninetyseven 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 bboy fan | |
| Bringing you that hiphop 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 topnotch while your ass be playin' hopscotch | |
| 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 deadmeat | |
| I' m out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture | |
| I could see it clear like a motionmade picture | |
| I envision 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, ya' ll 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 |