Where the party at
C'mon, c'mon, yeah c'mon yeah c'mon
[Bridge] Uh ohhhhhhh (oh oh oh oh) x3
The party where you at just let me know
Don't be trippin' when you see us in the clubs,
Just show a little love
Represent your side like me
Cuz around here
If you slip you catch a hot on
Your rides sharp, but a couple of us got one
Belvedere in the rear
Of the club pulled up on dubs
And we bout to go and buy the bar up
So So for sure we ain't playin
hang with no lames, if you bumpin say it.
Aye where the party the party at?
Girls is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You know I can't forget about my thugs (Where the party at?)
And all my girls (Where the party at?)
Off in the clubs (Where the party at?)
If the parties where you at let me here you say
All the girls in the club in their best outfit
Just showin that skin just tyrin to make a ***** wanna spit
Where you been girl? You and your friend
Need to come to the back, where we got it locked down at
In your white t-shirt or a 3 piece suit
Don't matter what you wear
All that matter is who your with
Some jiggy and some straight grindin
All up in the club is just to have a good time
Somebody show me where the party at dirty, somewhere where
its crackin' right around 1 30, never get there too early
Comin' as is (hey), do-rags and tims
I'm rollin' fast in this little jag and benz
With the Rose, not the one with the stem, the one with the rims
The one that seem to make more enemies then friends
I'm slidin' in pass those (hoes) both eyes closed , both arms rosed
both charms rolls, with the S O S O D E dot F
Buyin' bottles & bottles til there ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no ref
i jams more than def baby show me the club.
I'm like, hey? where that Bacardi at?
(come on ya'll), I'm a mix it with the Crys
Baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P's twisted down right splifted
Two way a*****do a boo like you missed me
If the party is where you at let me here you say
Uh ohhhhhhh (oh oh oh oh) x3
Left side just put your hands up, throw em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw em up
Everybody put your hands up, throw em
When the beat comes back around, everyone do it again
Do the east side run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)
Do my south side run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)
And them haters ain't hittin on, ain't talking about
And they look like,
if the partys where youre at let me hear you say...
Writers: Jermaine Dupri , CORNELL HAYNES , BRANDON CASEY , BRANDON D CASEY , BRIAN CASEY , BRIAN D CASEY , Bryan Michael Paul Cox
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