Where the Party At (feat. Nelly) [LP Mix featuring Nelly]

C'mon, c'mon
Yeah
C'mon
Yeah

Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh)
If the party's where you're at, then let me know

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 slick you pick a hot one
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 selfish, sure we ain't playin', hang with no lames
Hit the park and saying

Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (Yes we do)
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 club
(Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh)
If the party's where you're at, then let me know

All the girls in the club in they best outfits
Just showin' that skin tryin' to make a n- 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 three-piece suit
Don't matter what you wear
All that matters is who you with
Some jiggy and some are straight grindin'
All up in the club just to have a good time

Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the 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 club
(Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh)
If the party's where you're at, then let me know

Just show me where that party at dirty
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around 1:30
Never get stuck too early, comin' as is, hey, do-rags and Timbs
I'm rollin' past his, his little Jag' and Benz

With the Rolls, 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 past doors, both eyes closed
Both arms froze, both charms froze

With the S-O-S-O, D-E dot F (So So Def)
I'm buyin' bottles, bottles, until it 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 that Bacardi at?
Come and mix it with the Cris', baby, what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed it
Two-way and s-, actin' like they missed it (missed it)

Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the 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 club
(Where the party at?)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh)
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say

Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, oh (uh, oh, oh, oh)
If the party's where you're at, then let me know

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 come back around, everybody do it again

Do the Eastside run this mother- for ya? (Hell, yeah)
Do my Southside run this mother- for ya? (Hell, yeah)
And them haters ain't hittin' on
Ain't talkin' 'bout us
And they look like
If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say



Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Brandon D. Casey, Michael Casey
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