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Hook:

Call everybody you know
This praise party's gon' be out of control
When the cops come knocking at the door
Tell them:
We ain't leavin'
"Til 6 in da Morning"

Everybody let's go
this praise party's gon' be out of control
When the cops come knocking at the door
Tell them:
We ain't leavin'
"Til 6 in da Morning"

Verse 1:

(Nah) I ain't sittin' home bored no more
It's time for the party
I'm headed out the door
And when I get there I don't need to sip
No Barcardi or 40
I ain't that shorty
So, if you naughty
get outta my way
Cause I'm Ms. Ty Scott
Not Ms. Jackson- okay
See today's gon' be one a those days
When I praise til I drop
Shabach non-stop
I'mma give Him all this breath that I got
Lift His name high
This is real hip hop
Lemme see your hands
From the bottom to the top
Move to the right
To the left
Now stop
Oh no, let's not do that
Cause this here party is right on track
Hold in our praise
Y'all know that's wack
So let's get it crunk
Make the devil lean back

Hook (repeat):

Verse 2
I'm going to kick this hope you get this
spit this swiftly until it rids your sickness
(It's on) I ring the alarm like Fushnikens
got you looking at what's hot
cooking in the kitchen
(Indeed) Man I don't need the weed at all
called the salt of the earth I'm here to season all
Praising, breaking shackles like Paul
all needs met I bet you see me at the mall
The abundant life I live
watch me ball
the battle is not mine I don't have to brawl.
When I raise my fist, It's just to Praise God
the enemy is dismissed he just plays hrad.
Full of illusions, cruising for more bruising
the conclusion, he's next set for execution
Praise I'm using walking in faith and fun
but a dried out saint
I ain't the one!

Verse 3:

(Yo, Yo)
Don't fight it
Time fe gi' Him praise
We know you like it
Get your hands up
Jus' like dis
Party caan done
Til the fiyah set
More fiyah yet

(Yo)
When we step pon de scene
devil know se
Change gwan come
him party time done- caw
We sent him leavin' on the next plane
And we know he won't be back again
Now it's time for PS to take over
The Buffalo Soldiers
Fight for Jehovah
Kingston to Dova
More Range than a Rover
Come big Him up
Just like we told ya
Is a bashment party now
All ova de place
Get started now
Wave your hands in de air and shout
"Big Him up, big Him up"
let's turn this party out

Hook (repeat)

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