Come on, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, come on Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Party's when you're rancid and you're naughty Don't be trippin' when you see us in the club Just show a little love, represent your side like me Around here, if you stick, you catch a hot one Don't try to cover up, don't want Belvedere in the rear of the club Pulled up on dubs and we're about to go and buy the bar up So, so, for sure, we ain't playin' Hang with no lames and walk insane Baby, where the party at? Girls is on the way, where the party at? Yes, we do Why don't you mind just talkin' all of that? You know I can't forget about my thug Where the party at? You know I can't forget about my thug Where the party at? I been to town Where the party at? Party's when you're rancid and you're naughty Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Party's when you're rancid and you're naughty All the girls in the club in they best outfit Just showin' that skin, tryin' to make an owner spit Where you been girl, you and your friend Need to come to the back, we got it locked out Be it a white t-shirt or a three-piece suit Don't matter what you wear, all that matters is who you with Some jiggy, some straight grindin' All up in the club just to have a good time Where the party at? Girls is on the way, where the party at? Bottles and bottles, talking on the net No, I can't forget about my thug Where the party at? You know I can't forget about my thug Where the party at? I been to town Where the party at? Where the party at? Let me hear you say Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Where the party at? You know I can't forget about my thug Where the party at? Someone wear strippin' right around one-thirty Never get there too early, they come in as is Do rags and tims, I'm rollin' past his His little jag and bins With the rose, not the one with the stem The one with the rims The one that seem to make more enemies than friends I'm sliding in past those, both eyes closed Both arms froze, both charms froze With the S-O-S-O-D-E-dot-F Bottles, bottles, until there ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I'm blazed with no rep My jam's more than deaf, baby, show me the clip I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? Come and mix it with the crisp, baby, what's wrong with that? We in the VIP twisted, downright spliffed Two-way it, fool, they make it like a mystic Where the party at? Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? Bottles and bottles, talkin' all in it No, I can't forget about my thugs And all my girls Off in the club If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, come on If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say Left side, just put your hands up, throw them up Right side, just put your hands up, throw them up Everybody put your hands up, throw them And the beat come back around, everybody do it again East side run this mother for ya Hell yeah Do my south side run this mother for ya Hell yeah And them haters ain't gettin' old Ain't talkin' bout us And they look like If the party's where you're at, let me hear you say