Where The Party At

[Jermaine Dupri] Come on, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on [Nelly] (Jagged Edge) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at Then let me know) [Jagged Edge] See, 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 slip, You catch a hot one Ride shotgun, couple of them 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, fo' sure we ain't playin' Hang with no lames, if you bumpin', say it: CHORUS: Hey, 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?) Up in the club (Where the party at?) If the party's where you're at Let me hear you say: Uh-oh (oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh-oh (If the party's where you're at Then let me know) All the girls in the club in their best outfit Just showin' that skin, Tryin' ta make a nigga wanna spend Where you been girl? You and your friends 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 straight grindin' All up in the club just to have a good time -CHORUS- [Nelly] Now can you show me where that party at, dirty? Somewhere where it's crackin' right around 1:30 Never get there too early Comin' as is, Do-rags and Timbs I'm rollin' past this, this little Jagged Benz With the rolls, not the one with the stem The one with the rims The one that seem to make more enemies than friends I'm slidin' in past 'bows Both eyes closed, With both arms froze, both charms rose With that S-O, S-O, D-E dot F (So So Def) We buyin' bottles bottles, until there ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I plays with no ref 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 VIP twisted, down right spiffy Two-way (fuckin wit') a nigga like you listenin' -CHORUS- [Jagged Edge] Come on, 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 up 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 can't hit no Ain't talkin' bout nothin' And they look like If the party's where you're at Let me hear you say..