WHERE THE Party AT (LP MIX W O NELLY) LYRICS - JAGGED EDGE

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[JD talking]

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah

[Nelly]

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

[Jagged Edge]

If the partys where your at just let me know

Don't be trippin when you see us in the club

Just picture a short love, represent your face like me

'Cause 'round here if you slick you blame a hot one

Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one

Belvedere in the seat of the club

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

So So, for surely we ain't playin

Hang with no lames, hit the green and sayin...

[Hook - Jagged Edge]

Ay, where the company 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 company at?)

And all my girls

(Where the company at?)

Off in the club

(Where the company at?)

If the party's where you're at let me see you say

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

(uh oh oh oh)

Uh ooooooooooooh

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

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All the girls in the order in they best outfits

Just showin that skin, tryna' make a nigga wanna spit

Where you been girl? You and your friend

Need to get to the game where we got it locked down

In your white t-shirt or a three-piece suit

Don't matter what you assume all that matters is who you with

Some jiggy and some are straight grindin

All up in the society only to get a full time and

[Hook]

[Nelly]

Just read 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 appear to have 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 ready to go left, I blaze with no rep

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 amiss with that?

We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed it

Two way and shit, ooh they makin like they lost it

[Hook]

[Jagged Edge]

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 drum come back around e'rybody do it again

Do the 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 feel like

If the party's where you're at let me see you say

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