Track 11
M.B.C Lyrics
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Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooooh
(uh oh oh oh)
If the partys where your at just let me know
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 you pick a hot one
Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one
Belvedere in the rear of the club
Pulled up on dubs and we 'bout to go and buy the bar up
So So, for sure we ain't playin
Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin...
[Hook - Jagged Edge]
Ay, where the party at?
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
Models 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
All the girls in the club in they best outfits
Just showin that skin, tryna' make a nigga want to spit
Where you been girl? 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 and
[Hook]
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 S-O-S-O, D-E dot F
I'm buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep
I jams more than def, 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, ooh they makin like they missed it
[Hook]
Left side, 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 around e'rybody do it again
Do the 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
The lyrics to M.B.C's Track 11 speak about enjoying and celebrating life by partying with one's friends in the club. The artist sings about the necessity of representing oneself and one's side and being proud of it. He also talks about the girls in the club, showing off their skills and beauty, and the guys trying to attract them by buying drinks and showing off their money. The chorus urges the listeners to join in and ask where the party is at, while the final verse talks about enjoying oneself, no matter the location or attire. The song is a true reflection of the urban party scene and encourages the listener to let go and party while being proud of who they are.
Line by Line Meaning
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah
Encouraging the listener to join in and get excited
Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh)
Excitement and anticipation for the party
If the partys where your at just let me know
Asking where the party is and wanting to be included
Don't be trippin when you see us in the club
Don't be jealous or upset when seeing us having fun
Just show a little love, represent your side like me
Encouraging people to show love and support their community
'Cause 'round here if you slick you pick a hot one
If you're smooth, you'll attract an attractive partner
Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one
Sitting in the passenger seat of a car, with others having partners too
Belvedere in the rear of the club
A brand of vodka in the back part of the club
Pulled up on dubs and we 'bout to go and buy the bar up
Arriving in a car with large and flashy wheels and ready to buy drinks for everyone
So So, for sure we ain't playin
Serious about the party and not messing around
Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin...
Hanging out with cool people, and saying cool things at the park
Ay, where the party at?
Asking where the party is
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at?
Girls are coming to the party and wanting to know where the Bacardi is
Models and models, talkin all a that
Attractive people talking about impressive things
Know I can't forget about my thugs (Where the party at?)
Cannot forget about friends and fellow gang members when asking where the party is
And all my girls (Where the party at?)
Asking where the party is to include female friends
Off in the club (Where the party at?)
Asking where the party is when already inside the club
All the girls in the club in they best outfits
Girls in the club dressed in their best clothes
Just showin that skin, tryna' make a nigga want to spit
Girls showing off their bodies and trying to attract attention from men
Where you been girl? You and your friend
Asking where someone has been and who they came with
Need to come to the back where we got it locked down
Inviting someone to come to the back where they have control and power
In your white t-shirt or a three-piece suit
It doesn't matter what you wear, everyone is welcome at the party
Don't matter what you wear all that matters is who you with
Who you are with is more important than what you are wearing
Some jiggy and some are straight grindin
Some people are dressed nicely while others are dancing provocatively
All up in the club just to have a good time and
Everyone is in the club to have fun
Just show me where that party at dirty
Asking again where the party is
Somewhere where it's crackin right around one-thirty
Somewhere where the party will be at its peak by 1:30am
Never get done too early
Not wanting the party to end too soon
Come in as is, doo-rags and Tims
Everyone is welcome, even if they are wearing casual or urban clothing
I'm rollin past his, his little Jag and Benz
Driving by someone in a smaller Jaguar or Mercedes-Benz car
With the Rolls, not the one with the stem (the one with the rims)
Driving a flashy Rolls Royce car with fancy wheels
The one that seem to make more enemies than friends
Driving a type of car that attracts both admiration and jealousy
I'm slidin in past doors, both eyes closed
Coolly entering a place without alerting anyone, and not being too worried about it
Both arms rose, both charms froze
Arms raised and expensive jewelry on display
With the S-O-S-O, D-E dot F
Referring to a group or gang with those initials or acronyms
I'm buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain't none left
Buying a lot of alcohol until it runs out
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep
Not being afraid to go against the norm and being confident in one's actions
I jams more than def, baby show me the club
Enjoying music and wanting to see the club
I'm like 'hey, where that Bacardi at?'
Asking where the Bacardi is again
Come and mix it with the Cris', baby, what's wrong with that?
Mixing Bacardi and Cristal alcohol, and questioning why it's a problem
We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed it
In the VIP section, smoking marijuana and very intoxicated
Two way and shit, ooh they makin like they missed it
Receiving messages on a pager or similar device, and pretending not to have seen them
Left side, just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Encouraging people on the left side to put their hands up
Right side, just put your hands up, throw 'em up
Encouraging people on the right side to put their hands up
Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up
Encouraging everyone to put their hands up
When the beat come back around e'rybody do it again
When the music repeats, everyone should put their hands up again
Do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)
Asking if the eastside is in control and receiving a positive response
Do my southside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah)
Asking if the southside is in control and receiving a positive response
And them haters ain't hittin on, ain't talkin 'bout us
People who don't like us aren't paying attention to us
And they look like
They look like they aren't having as much fun as us
If the party's where you're at let me hear you say
Asking people to make noise if they're at the party
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Written by: BRANDON CASEY, BRANDON D CASEY, BRIAN CASEY, BRIAN D CASEY, BRYAN MICHAEL PAUL COX, JERMAINE DUPRI, CORNELL HAYNES
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