[Jermaine Dupri]:
Uh haha
Remix
All I see over here ain`t nothin` but a lot of honies lookin` for man
And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand
And short shirts, honies tryin` to show that slow (show that)
Lined up tryin` to get through the velvet ropes
`Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug
Standin` on the couches like this our club
Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah)
Knowin` in the morning I`m a feel the blues (uh huh)
Now the jam keeps droppin` and the drinks keep comin`
and the girls keep talkin` to me (talkin` to you)
I mean shit straight poppin` everybody jumpin`
Makin` it hard for me to leave (oh)
[Da Brat]:
All you gotta do is call me and I`ll come runnin` to where the party at
I keep a fat sack in the backpack
So what`s happenin`?
In every city I`m rappin` in
If it`s a after splash I`m the last cat in
Get in, purrin` tight like virgin
Like snow, flurrin`
The party begins when the slurpin` ends (oh)
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 pumpin` in order for me to get cream
Runnin` to the border for Colombian`s green
Studyin` horniculture
My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin`
I freak until I cum
I keeps it number one
[Hook - Jagged Edge] {Jermaine Dupri}:
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh {Yo, yo R.O.C.}
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party`s where you`re at, just let me know
[R.O.C.]:
Uh, uh
Now here we go, how `bout another shot of henney?
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!!
Get wit` us (why?)
We true ballers like the Sixers
We all hoppin` out of sixes
Mines is black, Jermaine`s is champagne
Jagged Edge in the blue, black and pearl white and gray
What a sight to be seen (uh)
So So Def`s the crew I thought you knew
It`s a beautiful thing (so beautiful)
I mean there`s nothin` like us it`s true
The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter
WHOA!!
Once the man and the game that I kick begins
My nickname is ESPN
Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray
Mix in the O.J. and let`s party away
[Hook]
[Nelly]:
Just show me where that party at dirty
Somewhere where it`s crackin` right around one-thirty
Never get done too early
I`m comiin` as is.... UHHH!!!
Doo-rags and Tims
I`m rollin` pass his... UHHH!!!
His little Jag and Benz with the Rolls
Not the one with the stems, the one with the rims
The one that seems to make more enemies than friends
I`m slidin` in pass doors, both eyes closed
Both arms rose, both charms froze
With the S-O SO D-E dot F
Buyin` bottles bottles, until it ain`t none left
I`m quick to go left, I plays with no ref
I Jams mo` than Def, baby show me the club I`m like...
Ay, where that bacardi at?
Mix it with the Cris` baby, what`s wrong with that?
We in the VIP twisted, down right spliffed it
Two way and shit, ooh they makin` like they mislit, missed it
[Jagged Edge] {Lil` Bow Wow}
Left side just put ya hands up, throw `em up
Right side just put ya hands up, throw `em up
Everybody put ya hands up, throw `em up
When the beat come back around everybody do it again
