The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights Cause the party's gone wild, it's about to go down Put your hands in the air, it's about to go down They call you the bling but your juice looks broad Your platinum chains look like aluminum foil Hat's too small cause your head's too big Hair under your arms like a real big wig Stop, quit, bling retire Your breath so bad that your face needs a shower Marathon wash, two or three hours The roof of your mouth, your mouth is on fire It's about to go down, it's about to go down Put your hands in the air, it's about to go down They call you the boss but you have no wealth No employees, you should fire yourself And your pants so tight that you can barely move You're a bum that sells all rapper food You're an actor dude, with an attitude I'm the street's theme song, you're an interlude Gon' put you on a play watch, you get chewed They should call you a ghost away, you get booed The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights Anything you can do, I can do better Bring it when you want to, I'm ready whenever Show me what you got, got, I'll show you what I got, got Will you rise or fall, the winner takes all Lights up, lights up, lights up, lights up, lights up Lights up, lights up, come on, come on Lights up, lights up, come on, come on Lights up, lights up, come on, come on Lights up, lights up, come on, come on I know I'm ready and able, but I'm stuck here busting all these tables I can show a guy what it takes, but I already used my 15 minute break I'm working for minimum wage, when I should be up on the stage Feel like I'm in a cage, I need to turn the page Cause the other guys are fake, I could leave the crowd amazed The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights I'm bling like my watch, so let's get it talking In clothes full of hoes, like your granny's ripped stockings Style is old, not a good look Watch the boss get burnt like the food she cooks Bling, I think you need a shower I hear you scream, but your odor's much louder No, that's the sound of victory Now do your day job and get my compliment The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights The party's gone wild, tonight's the night This club is on fire, put up your lights