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Jagged Edge
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Where the Party At
作詞：Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Bryan Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Cornell Haynes
Come on, come on
Yeah, come on, yeah
Come on yeah come on yeah
The parties where you at and let me know
See now don't be trippin' when you see us in the club
Just show a little love represent your side like me
'Coz round here if you slip you catch a hot on
12 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, bumpin' say it
A where the party at?
Girl's is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You 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 parties where you at let me hear you say
Party's where you at and let me know
All the girls in the club in their best outfit
Just showin' that skin tryin' to make a wanna spit
Where you been girl? You and your friend
Need to come to the back of the got it locked down at
In your white T-shirt or a 3 piece suit
Don't matter what you wear, all that matters is who you with
Some jiggy and some straight grinding
All up in the club trying to have a good time
A where the party at?
Girl's is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You 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 parties where you at let me hear you say
The party's where you at and let me know
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You show me where the party at dirty
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around 130
Never get stuck to early comin' as is do rags and time
I'm rollin' fast in, this 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 pass those, both eyes close, both arms froze
Both charms rolls
With the S .O S .O D .E dot F
Buyin' bottles, bottles, until there ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no ref
I Jams mo than Def baby show me the club
I'm like hey where that Bacardi at?
I'm a mix it with the Chris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P twisted, down rights uplifted
To way a do a nigga like you miss me
A where the party at?
Girl's is on their way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models talkin' all of that
You 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 at, let me hear you say
The party's where you at, let me hear you say
The party's where you at and 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
When the beat come back around everybody do it again
Do the east side run this mutha for ya
(Hell ya)
Do my south side run this mutha for ya
(Hell ya)
And them haters ain't hittin' on
Ain't talkin' bout and they look like
If the parties where you're at let me hear you say
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