Where The Party At [Dupri Remix]
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Yo, you got five seconds to get to the dance floor The roof about to blow, so so, let's go Uh haha, remix All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that) Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes 'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug Standin' on the couches like this our club Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah) Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh) But the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin' And the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you) I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin' Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh) All you gotta do is call me and I'll come runnin' to where the party at I keep a fat sack in the backpack Know what's happenin' In every city I'm rappin' in If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in Kitty purrin' tight like virgin Like snow, flurrin' The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh) You do me, I do you Spend a night with boo-boo Let's have a private party for two But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream Run to the border for Colombian's green Studyin' horticulture My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin' I freak until I cum I keeps it number one Uh oh (uh oh oh oh) Uh oh (uh oh oh oh) Uh oh (yo, yo R.O.C.) (uh oh oh oh) If the party's where you're at, just let me know Now here we go, how 'bout another shot of Henny? I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty Mami ven aqui, the party's over here! But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here! Get wit' us (why?) We true ballers like the Sixers We all hoppin' out of sixes Mines is black, Jermaine's is champagne Jagged Edge in the blue, platinum, and pearl white and gray What a sight to be seen (uh) So So Def's the crew I thought you knew It's a beautiful thing (so beautiful) I mean there's nothin' like us it's true The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter WHOA!! Once the man and the game that I kick begins My nickname is ESPN Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray Mix in the O.J. and let's party away Uh oh (uh oh oh oh) Uh oh (uh oh oh oh) Uh oh (O-H-I-O C.O., six-four) (uh oh oh oh) If the party's where you're at, just let me know Yo, this lil' cat got girls Cat got flows, roll up in the party, snuck in the back door I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rockin' Let me party witcha 'til the cops come knockin' I'm tryin' to see what all the fuss about Bounce a little bit before they put me out I'm like the sun - this lil' cat got beam Got girls twenty-one wishin' they was fourteen (haha) That's the affect that this phenom Bow Weezy When I do it I do it like it's for TV They might come close but you and I both know they can't see me I'm a So So Def representative Young niggas in the game they was born to live And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack And we always know where the party at, bling (bling bling) Ay, where the party at? (Tell 'em) Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (J.E. y'all) Models and models, talkin' all of that Know I can't forget about my thugs (C'mon) (Where the party at?) And all my girls (Yeah) (Where the party at?) Up in the club (Uh, yo) (Where the party at?) (Tigah) If they party's where you're at, let me here you say Man I rip flows, get dough everytime I rip shows Rip hoes, when we mash out in Chevy's and fours Niggas know they ain't heard it like this before Whenever we pull up on the strip they like "Oh!" Chickens know me, hundred dollar mac and shorts Tank tops and Polies If it's 'bout cash, I'm gas chick, I'm on E On e'rything Me and Jagged, everytime we hit the club This nigga's off the chain! You can believe that And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that Anything you wanna be, best believe I be's that (oh) Where the G's at? Where the keys at? Where the twenty-two's on them SUV's at? Gotta have that from the do' And gotta get me some mo' Man you think I'm goin' on a groupie, no Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune It's over (over) Dog
Written by: BRANDON CASEY, BRANDON D CASEY, BRIAN CASEY, BRIAN D CASEY, BRYAN MICHAEL PAUL COX, JERMAINE DUPRI, CORNELL HAYNES
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