where the party at (so so def remix)

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

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

knowin' in the morning i'm a feel the blues

now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin'

and the girls keep talkin' to me

i mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin'

makin' it hard for me to leave

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

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

uh ooooooooooh

uh ooooooooooh

uh ooooooooooh {yo

yo r.o.c.}

uh ooooooooooh

if the party's where you're at

just let me know

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

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

so so def's the crew i thought you knew

it's a beautiful thing

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

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