Come on, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on

* (Uh-oh) Oh oh oh oh 
oh
(Uh-oh) Oh oh oh oh oh
(Uh-oh) Oh oh oh oh oh
(Uh-oh) If the party's 
where you're at then let me know

Shorty don't be trippin' when you see us 
in the club
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
'Cos 
'round here if you slip you catch a hot one
Your ride's sharp but a 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 sho' we ain't playin'
Hang with 
no lames, if you bumpin' say it

** 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?)
Off in the club
(Where the party 
at?)
If the party's where you're at let me hear you say

[Repeat 
*]

All the girls in the club in their best outfit
Just showin' that 
skin tryin' to 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 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 grinding
All up in 
the club just to have a good time

[Repeat ** , *]

(Nelly, 
holla)
Somebody show me where the party at dirty
Somewhere where it's 
crackin' right around one-thirty
Never get stuck too early
Comin' as is 
(hey!) do-rags and Timbs
I'm rollin' fast is, this 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' past 
those hoes, both eyes close
Both arms froze, both charms Rolls
With the 
S-O S-O D-E-dot-F
(So So Def)
Buyin' bottles bottles, until there ain't 
none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no ref
I jams more than def, 
baby show me the club
I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at?
(Come 
on)
I'm a mix it with the Crisp baby what's wrong with that?
We up in VIP 
twisted, down right spifted
Two-way a nigga, do a nigga like you miss 
me

[Repeat ** , * , *]

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 east side run this mutha for ya?
(Hell yeah)
Do my south 
side run this mutha for ya?
(Hell yeah)
And them haters can't hit 
no
Ain't talkin' bout
And they look like
If the party's where you're at 
let me hear you say