Where The Party At

Come on, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Don't be trippin' when you see us in the club
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
'Cause round here if you stick it through the hot bun
Ride shotgun, couple of 'em 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'
Egg rollin' lanes, this party's insane

Hey, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (Yes, we do)
Bottles on bottles, smokin' all of that (Uh-huh)
No, I can't forget about my thugs
Where the party at? (Where my girls?)
Where the party at? (Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

All the girls in the club in they best outfits
Just showin' that skin, tryna make a nigga wanna spit
Where you been, girl? You and your friend
Need to come to the back where we got it locked down
In your white t-shirt or your three-piece suit
Don't matter what you wear, all that matters is who you with
Some jiggy, some straight grindin'
All up in the club just to have a good time

Hey, where the party at?

Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles on bottles, smokin' all of that (Yeah)
No, I can't forget about my thugs
Where the party at? (Where my girls?)
Where the party at? (Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Nelly, power
Just show me where the party at, dirty
Somewhere where it's crackin' round around 1:30

Never get done too early
Come in as is (Uh), doo-rags and Timbs
I'm rollin' past his (Uh), his little jag and Benz
With the Rolls, not the one with the stems, the one with the rims
The one that seems to make more enemies than friends
I'm slidin' in back do', both eyes closed

Both arms rolled, both jaws closed
With the S-O-S-O-D-E dot F
I'm buyin' bottles, bottles 'til there ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep

I jams more than Def, baby, show me the club
I'm like, hey, where the Bacardi at?
Mix it with the Cris, baby, what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P. twisted, downright splifted
Two-way and shit, ooh, they make it like I missed it
Come on

Hey, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?

Bottles on bottles, smokin' all of that
No, I can't forget about my thugs
Where the party at? (Where my girls?)
Where the party at? (Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Left side, put your hands up, throw 'em up
Right side, put your hands up, throw 'em up
Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up
When the beat come back around, everybody do it again
To the Eastside from this mother for ya (Hell yeah)
To my Southside from this mother for ya (Hell yeah)
And them haters ain't hittin' on
Ain't talkin' 'bout us
And they look like
Hell yeah