Lyrics
June’s Diary
Y’all ready to get lit
Ha ha
Just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Left side, just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up
When the beat come back around e’rybody
Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooooh
Don’t be trippin when you see us in the club
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
Cause 'round here if you slick pick a hot one
Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one
Belvedere in the rear of the club
Pulled up on dubs yeah we 'bout to go and buy the bar up
JD so for sure we ain’t playin
Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin…
Ay, where the party at?
(Where the party at)
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
(Barcardi at yeah)
Bottles and models, talkin all a that (All a that)
Know I can’t forget about my thugs (Forget about my thugs)
Where the party at?
And all my girls (and all my girls)
Where the party at?
Off in the club
Where the party at?
If the party’s where you’re at let me hear 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
All the girls in the club in they best outfits
Just showin that skin, tryna' make these niggas wanna spit
Where you been boy? (oh oh) You and your friend (oh oh oh oh)
Need to come to the back where we got it locked down
(Got it locked down)
In your white t-shirt or a three-piece suit
Don’t matter what you wear all that matters is who you with
Some jiggy and some are straight grindin
All up in the club just to have a good time
OHH OH OH
Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
(Girls is on the way where the bacardi)
Bottles and models, talkin all a that
(Bottles and models talkin all a that)
Know I can’t forget about my thugs
(Bout my THUGS)
Where the party at?
And all my girls
(And all my girls)
Where the party at?
Off in the club
(Off in the cluuu-u-ub)
Where the party at?
If the party’s where you’re at let me hear 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
Just show 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 seem to make more enemies than friends
I’m slidin in past doors, both eyes closed
Both arms rose, both charms froze
With the JD JD SQUA SQUAD till death
Buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain’t none left
I’m quick to go left, I blaze with no rep
We jams more than them, baby show me the club
I’m like «hey, where that Bacardi at?»
Come and mix it with the Cris', baby, what’s wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed it
Two way and shit, actin like they missed it (missed it)
Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
Bottles and models, talkin all a that
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’re at let me hear 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
(Just let me know)
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 beat come back do do it do do it again
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 look like
If the party’s where you’re at let me hear you say