- Where the Party At (Dupri Remix) 歌詞 Jagged Edge Bow Wow R.O.C. Tigah Jermaine Dupri Da Brat
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- Jagged Edge Bow Wow R.O.C. Tigah Jermaine Dupri Da Brat
- thanks honey
cmon, cmon, yeah, cmon, yeah
(uh oh oh oh)
(uh oh oh oh)
(uh oh oh oh)
the partys where youre at tonight
dont 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 so, for sure we aint playin
hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin...
[01:34.20][00:44.38]ay, where the party at?
[00:46.47][01:35.63]girls is on the way, where the bacardi at?
[01:38.11][00:48.93]models and models, talkin all a that
[00:51.52][01:40.54]know i cant forget about my thugs
[01:43.70][ 00:54.75](where the party at?)
[01:45.39][00:56.10]and all my girls
[01:47.05][00:57.61](where the party at?)
[01:47.59][00:58.52]off in the club
[01:49.50][01:00.23](where the party at?)
[01:50.28][01:01.07]if the partys where youre at let me hear you say
[01:04.33][03:02.32][01:53.38](uh oh oh oh)
[03:05.00][01:55.81][01:06.90 ](uh oh oh oh)
[03:07.63][01:58.27][01:09.33](uh oh oh oh)
[03:10.10][02:00.88][01:11.44]if the partys where youre at just let me know
all the girls in the club in they best outfits
just showin that skin, tryna make a ***** 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 a three-piece suit
dont 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 and
just show me where that party at dirty
somewhere where its crackin right around one-thirty
never get done too early
come in as is, doo-rags and tims
im rollin past his, his little jag and benz
with the rolls, not the one with the stem
the one that seem to make more enemies than friends
im slidin in past doors, both eyes closed
both arms rose, both charms froze
with the s-o-s-o, d-e dot f
im buyin bottles, bottles, until it aint none left
im quick to go left, i blaze with no rep
i jams more than left, baby show me the club
im like 'hey, where that bacardi at?'
come and mix it with the cris, baby, whats wrong with that?
we in the v.i.p. twisted, down right spliffed it
two way and ****, ooh they makin like a mislit (??)
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 erybody do it again
do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (hell yeah)
do my southside run this mutha for ya? (hell yeah)
and them haters aint hittin on, aint talkin bout us
and they look like
if the partys where youre at let me hear you say thanks honey
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