June's Diary Y'all ready to get lit Ha ha Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up When the beat come back around e'rybody 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? (Bacardi at, yeah) 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 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? You and your friend Need to come to the back where we 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 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 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 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 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