Fuel-Jagged Edge With Nelly Where The Party At Lyrics

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Featuring Nelly
Produced by Bryan-Michael Cox & Jermaine Dupri
Album Jagged Little Thrill

English Lyrics 

C’mon, c’mon, yeah, c’mon, yeah (uh oooh, uh oh oh oh)
If the party’s where your at just let me know
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 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 ain’t playin’


Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin’
Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the bacardi at?
Models 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


(uh oooh, uh oh oh oh)
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 a nigga 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
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?
Models 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
(uh oooh, uh oh oh oh)
you got to 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 S-O S-O , D-E dot F
I’m buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain’t none left


I’m quick to go left, I blaze with no rep
I jams more than def, baby show me the club
I’m like “hey, where the 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, ooh they makin it like you missed it
Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the bacardi at?


Models 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
(Uh oooh, uh oh oh oh)


If the party’s where you’re at let me hear you say
(Uh oooh, uh oh oh oh)
If the party’s where you’re at just let me know
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 e’rybody do it again


Do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)
Do my southside run this mutha oh 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

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