Lyrics
Now, where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I come through
Crew be deep like family reunions, midday May, it's all lovin'
Take a walk down to D dot C, the war's tuggin'
And ain't no druggin', my credit's a gain
While you searchin' for some trick to put the shit in her name
I be spendin' on Wall Street and buyin' boardwalk
Dodging problems of the world drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. Walt, I'm seein' all dimensions
But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur
What, when, and word's where the gossip occur
Heard I'm sexin' Sade and I bought her a fur
Battin' eyes at Toni Braxton and I bought her a fur
Now I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and kiddie Rolex
Soon comin', but now it's time to kick the fun in

So where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here
Stakes is high, but we gon' try to have fun this year
Before there were guns, there was Native Tongues on these plains
Putting others on without them being pawns in this game
'Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to play
So, um, you best ta check and hear what we got to say
Now if you came to party, just let it be known
Now if you came to fight, you might get that head flown
By the one and only Maseo Plug Third
J.d. Dove plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words
And a number to a crew of dope girls from the woods
And not dope meaning weed, but dope meaning (good)
Like them West Coast kids who be throwin' up signs
I hate a buster 'less his name is Busta Rhymes
So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves
Got some money to blow, wonder why I wanna know

Where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas? (Say, what?)
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round here, right?
(You know that's right)
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Milt Jackson, Vincent Mason, Xavier E. Hargrove




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