Paroles Where the party at? Nelly

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:
C
H
O
R
U
S:
Hey, where the party atà
Girls is on the way, where the
Bacardi atà
Bottles and models, talkin' all of that
You know
I can't forget about my thugs (
Where the party atà)
And all my girls (
Where the party atà)
Up in the club (
Where the party atà)
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 -C
H
O
R
U
S- [
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 atà"
Come and mix it with the
Cris
Baby, what's wrong with that?
We in the
V
I
P twisted, down right spiffy
Two-way (fuckin wit') a nigga like you listenin' -C
H
O
R
U
S- [
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..