Where the Party At (11-01-01 Dupri Extended Remix)

Yo, you got five seconds to get to the dance floor

The roof about to blow, So So, let's go

Remix

All I see, over here

Ain't nothing but a lot of honeys looking for a man and

(****) with a lot of money, bottles in their hand, and

Short shirts, honeys tryna show that slow

Lined up, tryna get through the velvet rope

'Cause over here, where the jams drop, everybody bug

Standing on the couches like, "This our club"

Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too

Knowing in the morning, I'ma feel the blues

But the jams keep dropping and the drinks keep coming

And the girls keep talking to me

I mean, (****) straight popping, everybody jumping

Making it hard for me to leave

All you gotta do is call me

And I'll come running to where the party at

I keep a fat (****) in the backpack

Know what's happening in every city I'm rapping in

If it's a after splash, I'm the last cat in

Kitten purring, tight like virgin, like snow flurring

The party begins when the slurping ends

You do me, I do you

Spend a night with boo-boo

Let's have a private party for two

But it's gotta be bumping in order for me to get cream (Where the party at?)

Run to the border for Colombian's (****)

Study horticulture

My green thumb keep them water vapors twisting

I freak until I (****), I keep it number one

Yo

Yo, R.O.C., if the

Party's where you're at, just let me know

Uh, uh, now here we go, how 'bout another shot of Henny?

I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty

Mami, ven aqui, the party's over here

But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here

Now get with us, (Why?) we're true ballers

Like the Sixers, we all hopping out of sixes

Mine's is black, Jermaine's is champagne

Jagged Edge in the blue, plantinum, pearl white, and gray

What a sight to be seen

So So Def's the crew, I thought you knew

It's a beautiful thing, I mean, there's nothing like us, it's true

The sun could retire if the rocks we got got any brighter

Once I'm in, then the game that I kick begin (Where the party at?)

My nickname is ESPN (Where the party at?)

Now, if your jewels is blue and your Goose is Grey (Where the party at?)

Mix in the O.J. and let's party away

Party's where you're at, just let me know

Just show me where the party at, dirty

Somewhere where it's cracking right around 1:30

Never get there too early

Come in as-is, doo-rags and Timbs

I'm rolling 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 sliding in past doors, both eyes closed

Both arms rose, both charms froze

With the S-O-S-O-D-E-dot-F

Buying 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 V.I.P. twisted, downright spliffed it

Two way and (****) to him looking like he missed it

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

When the beat comes back around, everybody, do it again

Do the east side run this mutha for you? (Hell, yeah)

Do my south side run this mutha for you? (Hell, yeah)

And them haters ain't hitting on

Ain't talking 'bout us

And they look like

Party's where you're at, just let me know

This lil' cat got girls, cat got flow

Fell up in the party, snuck in the back door

I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rocking

Let me party with you till the cops come knocking

I'm tryna see what all the fuss about

Bounce a little bit before they put me out

I'm like the sun, this lil' homie got beam

Got girls, twenty-one, wishing they was fourteen

That's the effect that this phenom', Bow Weezy

When I do it, I do it like it's for TV

They might come close

But you and I both know they can't see me

I'm a So So Def representative

Young (****) in the game, they was born to live

And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack

And we always know where the party at

Bling, bling, bling

Ay, where the party at?

Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?

Bottles and models, talking all of that

No, 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

Man, I rip flows, get dough every time I rip shows

Rip (****) when we mash out in Chevy's and fours

(****) know they ain't never heard it like this before

Whenever we pull up on the strip, they say, "Oh"

Chickens know me

Hunnid dollar macs and shorts, tank tops, and polies

If it's 'bout cash, I'm like, "Gas, chick, I'm on E"

On everything, me and Jagged

Every time we hit the club, this (****) off the chain

And you can believe that

And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that

Anything you wanna be, best believe, I bes that

Where the Gs at? Where the keys at?

Where the twenty-two's on them SUVs at?

Gotta have that from the door

And gotta get me some more

Man, you think I'm going on a groupie? No

Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room

Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune

It's over, dawg