[Intro: Parrish Smith]
It's, time, to, party
Now that I got your attention again, I want to
Party, party, party, party

[Verse: 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 for the club scene
Get off the wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's '89, 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

[Refrain: Parrish Smith]
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party
[Break: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]
Yo, P, break it down (Yeah)
(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

[Refrain: EPMD]
It's time to party
It's time to party

[Break: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]
Yo, P, break it down (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Parrish Smith]
It's Friday night, no work 'til Monday
To top it off you just got paid
So you step to 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 dance-floor sweatin' and yellin' ho 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 dancefloor
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 lowkey
Askin' yourself over and over how you spent a G
Don't worry now, worry on Monday
And get back on the dance-floor
[Outro: Parrish Smith]
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party