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