Switch
Alright ready
Come on man, this is what I do
Yo mic check, mic check, yeah here you go
Nah, he over here
Yeah, I heard he got that hot new thing
It's called "Switch" (switch)
Let's get it going

[chorus]
Hey switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around, now switch
Turn it over and hit it

Hey, vibe to vibe a second, it's a club girl why you arrived naked
Hear that, how the veteran glide the record
But don't download, go out and buy the record
Hey, something sexy bout her
Girl on the floor, all her friends around her
I mean real clean, ain't gotta touch or nothing
It ain't like I like a chick on chick or something
I'm just a sucker for a hot track
Gimme a drink and a chick to tell 'Stop that'
Dance is a hop and a clap, flip it round
Now bring it on back, break it down
Now switch

[chorus]

Uh uh uh
I gotta question, I need to ask somebody
Why is it that when y'all see me at the party
Y'all be looking like, "Ooh, he a movie star
He ain't supposed to be out on the floor with everybody"
But oh wait, whoa, y'all forgetting
When I was, amateur spitting before the scripts were written
First one in, last one out the club
Bursting in, passing out in the club
Back at it, this cat is the wit and the charm
Taking you higher, like a syringe hittin' ya arm
Bringing the fire, making your Benz ring the alarm
Let me see you clap, spin baby, come on
Switch

[chorus]

Oh, you just gonna stand there, huh
What you too cute to dance, or you scared

It ain't really that hard to do and
I aint trying to be in love with you and
All I wanted was a moment or two to
See if you could do that switch-a-roo and
Shut your mouth fool, get your crew and
The thick body and the rear one too and
I'll be right hear waiting on you to
See if y'all can do that switch-a-roo

Hey, hey

That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, switch

[chorus]

verse 1: 
here i am in the place where i'com to let go-miami 
the bass and the sun set low. 
Everyday like a mardi gras- everbody party all day 
no work- all play, ok 

so we sip a liitle something, leave the rest to spill. 
me and charlie at the bar running up a high bill 
nutin; less than ill when we dress to kill, 
and every time the ladies pass they be like "Hi will" 

Ya'll feel me 
All ages and races, 
Real sweet faces, every single nation 
Spanish, Hatian, indian jamaican, 
Black, White, Cuban or Asian 

I only come for 2 days of playing, but every time we come 
we always wind up staying. 
This the type of town i could spend a few days in, 
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazing. 

chorus: 
Party in the city where the heat is on. 
All night on the beach til the break of dawn 
Welcome to miami (bienvenido a miami) 
Bouncin' in the club where the heat is on 
All night on the beach til the break of dawn. 
I'm going to miami, welcome to miami 

verse2: 
Yo i heard the rain storms aint nutin to mess wit 
but i cant feel a drip on the strip, its a trip. 
Ladies half dressed, fully equipped, 
and they be screamin out 
"will, we loved your last hit!" 
So i'm thinking i'ma scoop me something hot 
in this salsa/merengue melting pot. 
HOttest club in the city and its right on the beach. 
Tempature, get to ya'- its about to reach 
500 degrees in the carribean seas 
with the hot mommies screaming "Ayy papi" 
Everytime i come to town they be spotting me, 
in the drop bentley, aint no stoppin me. 
So cash in your dough and lets flow to this fashion show. 
Pound for pound anywhere you wanna go. 
Yo, aint no city in the world like this, but if you ask how i know, 
i gotsta plead the 5th, miami! 

repeat chorus 

Dont get me wrong Charlotte Town got it going on 
and New York is the city that we know dont sleep. 
And we all know the LA and Philly stay jiggy, but on the snake, 
Miami bringing heat for real, ya'll dont understand. 
I never seen so many dominican women w/cinnamon tans. 
"Mira, this is plan, take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand, give 
me your hand. Damn! you look sexy, lets go to yacth in the west keys, ride my 
jet skis, lounge under the plam trees." 
Cause you gottta have cheese for the summer time piece on south beach. 
water so clear you can see to the bottom. 
$100,000 cars, everybody got em. 
Aint no place in a club to see sly stallon, miami, my second home. 

repeat chorus 3 times 

Oh! I'm the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin'
Dance, an aphrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gon' come out tonight & get a brew & relax
But no! Uh uh, when you're the party starter
It's like you're on call, you're what the doctor ordered
It's like you gotta block the border to the door
& shock em when it's boring....
GIT ON THE FLOOR!!
Ughh, it's the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest
Tight, strapped to my chest
Like, I'ma run up in the party hollerin'
& be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin' my callin'
Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that's my name, whoop!
Writin' rhymes, that's my game, whoop!
Ask me again and I'll tell you the same, whoop!
Just write ya number down right next to ya name, girl

[CHORUS]

He was raised in the days when the roof was raised
Every rap occasion, new & amazing
The back of the stage amazed and gazin'
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game & made it
Came through the maze & the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated & cursed him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin', on the road blazin'
Days when he was low, nothin' could raise him
He came to the show & somethin' uncaged in him
Like the pope, but its party crusade, I'm like braids that's never gon'
fade (ya heard)
I'm like, 23's on an Escalade, throw me into the rave
like you threw a grenade - BOOM!!

[CHORUS (2x)]

I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know, back when rap was smart and multilayered
We could rap without A&Rs& ultimatums (damn)
Now today I could say I long for the days when the party was all about
partyin'
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little
But Will "if you come to high that'll alienate folks & they won't buy
it"(yo),
Look, people getting trapped in the track
& they be clappin', even when the rappin' is wack
Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that?
He's old-fashioned (yup), but let's be happy he's back
(Ya heard me!)

[CHORUS (2x)]