Paris Hilton:
Oh I love it
By beginning the song with an open-ended expression of approval, Paris creates an inviting atmosphere. Despite her reputation as an heiress and/or snob, she is informing us that she is a generally accepting person, and effectively asks us to be just as accepting of her impending song
Are you having a good time
Cause I’m having a good time
Paris begins by acknowledging the subjective experience of time. She is primarily concerned with our experience, but is quick to offer a status update of her own, while not overtly suggesting that both she and we ought to be having the same experience.
And I might be a bit tipsy
Paris further discounts her own instincts by admitting that she is under the influence of mind-altering substances, which may have some effect on her appraisal of the situation.
But that’s okay ’cause you’re with me
Now that she has talked her way into a scenario in which she may in fact be having a subpar time but be unaware of it due to the effects of drugs and/or alcohol, she must accept the possibility that we are also not having a good time, and that we may not be experiencing the same chemical augmentation. In the event that neither she nor we are actually having a good time, she assumes that our mutual company makes up for this unfortunate turn of events.
Repeat Hook
I came here just to party
A declaration of intent; also, a disclaimer for her potential failure to do anything besides party.
Oh please don’t you hate on me, yeah
Having made the above declaration, she discourages any negative judgment on her actions going forward.
Got my sexy girls with me
Oh, I love it
At this point it is revealed that we are not alone with Paris; she has come with an entourage of attractive females, which may have been what she did not want us to feel negatively about in the previous line. The assumption that we would be angered by or “hate on” Paris and her female friends is a reflection of Paris’s heightened defensiveness of her lifestyle after living so much of her life in the public eye, where journalists and pundits are often quick to judge.
Wo-oh, let’s party
Yeah, let’s party, and have a good time
Wo-oh, let’s party
Yeah, let’s party, and have a good time
Now that Paris has explained why there is no reason for ill will, either from her or toward her, she requests that we all endeavor to enjoy ourselves as much as she is enjoying herself in her altered state. She declines to give us further instruction as to how we might feel this way, or how we might avoid other potential barriers to such enjoyment, such as social anxiety, flying debris that may cause unintended injury, or scheduling conflicts. Paris assumes that as long as we have established that she likes us and we like her, we should be able to have a good time.
There go the paparazzi
I really don’t give a fuck
Believing herself to now be surrounded by people who feel positively toward her, Paris is at her peak of confidence. Should anyone photograph her in her current state, she believes any pictorial documentation would only serve as evidence of the mutually kind intentions she has worked so hard to establish, and thus would not reflect poorly on her.
Ooh, get up out my way
‘Cause I came to party rock
We can assume that this aggressive command is being directed at the aforementioned paparazzi. Paris dismisses them while making a reference to the hit song “Party Rock Anthem” by now-defunct pop duo L.M.F.A.O.
Good times are here, and you know they’re here to stay
The scope of Paris’s thoughts about good times have now extended into the future. According to Paris, good times are not subject to the laws of entropy, and she assumes we share this belief.
If you’re not here to party, move and get out of the way
Paris’s certainty of the righteousness of her actions is waning; her defensiveness, previously reserved for the paparazzi, has now been turned toward us. She suspects — baselessly, I would argue — that there are some among us who are in fact not here to party, and begins to issue blanket commands to this undefined group. But whereas the paparazzi were only told to “get up out the way,” the hypothetical faction of Paris’s friends who have non-partying motives for being in her presence have been ordered both to “get out the way” and “move,” implying that she not only does not want to come in contact with them, but wants them to vacate her immediate surroundings altogether. The song has unexpectedly taken a turn for the hostile.
Repeat Hook
Repeat Chorus
Lil Wayne:
I’m fucked up, I can’t tell you what’s what
All she know is how to fuck
I walked up to a big butt, and ask her ass ’bout what
Tunechi never slacks without a button up
I roll the dice and love up
I’m all in, I’m all in
More money more problems,
more money will solve them
It’s YMCMB bitch
Paris, do you speak french?
I get special treatment
Girl turn over, good defenseWe turned down for what
Tomorrow isn’t promised
Tonight is all we got
And times like these are timeless
She fucked me like she love me
Love is such a science, do you think it’s love?
Thanks for not replying
It’s Paris Hilton, bitchLick it, lock it, it’s the last day to party
Don’t just, don’t stop moving
‘Cause we’re having a good time, having a good time
Lil Wayne concurs.