[Verse 1]

I walked in with a pimp strut

'what up?'

Door man's like, 'you on the list?'

I'm like, 'shiiii'

I should be there 'like after the l's'.

He said it's too early to tell

'fuck it, go ahead.'

Afrika bambaataa

Kool herc was looping the break beat

Rocksteady was breakin'

That's what's up

Gave scott la rock dap

Proceeded up to the bar one taki 183 and flat black was tight on the wall

Eddie pint was with dante

And went to bomb broadway

Sugarhill, run-d.m.c. were kickin' raps

Busta and the beasties came in, drinking brass monkeys

Bumrushed the show, hopped on stage then

A whole bunch of white dudes opened the door and came in

After ed lover, dr. dre then big daddy kane

Said there ain't no half steppin', walk this way

Went to the next room had the 90's on it, "hell yeah"

Ayo it smell like chronic

Hella juice & gin

I grab my cup, try to fill it to the brim

Somebody said "ayo, you ain't chipped in? I'm playing nephew, go ahead"

Ice cube was choppin' it up

With mc ren and quik was playing the cuts

I saw eazy, spice 1, and king tee

Bloods and crips talkin shit and straight schemin'

Olde english, starter caps, and gold daytons

Gold-plated, hearing bones, jheri curl activator

And the party started crackin

And this dude in the background who looked familiar started dancing...

But I don't know he seemed dope

The whole party was like he hadn't rapped in the east coast.

[Hook]

Lyrical, physical, very artistical

Give the party people something funky to listen to

Step up if you wanna get hurt

Step, step up if you wanna get hurt

All you mc's are some riders

All you need is a line

Til' you change and rearrange

And then what happened this time

I checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate

Mind state is never fake, hesitate you lose.

[Verse 2]

There was this group in the cypher called das fx

And a tribe called quest

Q-tip was searchin' for his wallet sayin' somebody got him

10 dollars sayin' it was someone from compton

Ll was on the side of the kangol, talkin' about his momma

Sayin' that if anyone stepped

They'd get knocked out. he promised

Watching butter-pecan ricans licking their ice cream

Ghostface did lines, and bees that were lime green

..., liquorice and a dutch

I hit that shit once and then passed out off the blunt

I woke up in struggle for breath by nas

He said sleep was the cousin of death, my god

Door busted down and I thought it was the cops

It was 2pac saying that he had just gotten shot

Stood up out the wheel chair said 'fuck this city.'

Grabbed a cristal bottle, pointed it at biggie

Puff jumped up was like take that, one

The whole party stopped and said

2pac left the party with suge in the 'lac

Nobody ever thought that 'pac would never come back

An hour later big and puff left

Big said he was ready to die, but there'd be life after his death

Craziest shit I've ever been to, the wildest venue

But it wasn't over yet, the party must continue...

Yeah, yeah I said continue

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

[Hook 2]

Pink gators, my detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in brooklyn

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick

You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit

Crucial, lyrical style ain't what it used to

Microphone check one two...

For some, this is where the party began

Some say it's where the party was crashed

There was a new room, a new dude named shady in the aftermath

"Hi, my name is, what..." it was that everybody started to want to rap

Rock fans from the other parties put down their guitar straps

And started writing their bars on a pad

The 'burbs were already in the building

And the media been feeling if another party was on smash

Pepsi endorsements, spike, coca-cola

Was tellin' the whole world where the party was at

The line to get in, it wasn't just around the building

It was around new zealand and the underground was making chat

Saying it was wack; remember the art the heart, they taking it back

But it was too late for that, they started making, scratch the line

Complaining about the game, was saying it's wack

Hold up, half the people that were dissing it

Were half the reason that the party was so big

And everyone in line was out there trying to get respect

And then the party got put on the internet

Shit

They bum-rushed the door

You couldn't move anymore

There wasn't room on the floor

And out came the neighbors

Getting on tv and complaining about the noise

Bill o'reilly and oprah came down and they started hating

The venue wasn't making money cause no one was paying

Unless you had lil' wayne or t-pain in the room

Nas came down and said the party was dead

Somebody lit a match all you heard was a.