Where The Party At

June's Diary

Y'all ready to get lit

Ha ha

Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up

When the beat come back around e'rybody

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 pick a hot one

Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one

Belvedere in the rear of the club

Pulled up on dubs yeah we 'bout to go and buy the bar up

JD so for sure we ain't playin'

Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin'

Ay, where the party at? (Where the party at)

Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (Bacardi at, yeah)

Bottles and models, talkin' all a that

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

If the party's where you're at just let me know

All the girls in the club in they best outfits

Just showin' that skin, tryna make these niggas wanna spit

Where you been boy? 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

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 a that

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

If the party's where you're at just let me know

Just show me where that party at dirty

Somewhere where it's crackin' right around one-thirty

Never get done too early

Come in as is, doo-rags and Tims

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 than friends

I'm slidin' in past doors, both eyes closed

Both arms rose, both charms froze

With the JD JD Squa Squad till death

Buyin' bottles, bottles, until it ain't none left

I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep

We jams more than them, 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 shit, actin' like they missed it

Ay, where the party at?

Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?

Bottles and models, talkin' all a that

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

If the party's where you're at just let me know

(Just let me know)

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 do do it do do it again

Eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)

Do my southside run this mutha 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