Uh-uh, uh, oh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you already know, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh, So So–
What the name, what the name, what the name be?
My name is Bow Wow
(Boy say he got a girl, yeah, it's true, you got a man)
(But the party ain't gon' stop, so let's make it hot-hot)
Check me out now

I'm outside tryin' to bribe the bouncer
You gotta let me in this
I'm tryin' to tell you, me and Kelly got some serious business
Now, say your price
I'ma drop, just let a n*gga slide
'Cause this party ain't a party if I ain't inside
(Shorty, you too young, you ain't even 21) playa', stop it
Where da list at for dem young n*ggas wit' grown pockets?
Beyoncé just hit my two-way and said: It's jumpin'
So stop frontin', and do a little somethin', ow

Boy say he got a girl, yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop, so let's make it hot-hot

All you ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'
Ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'

Boy say he got a girl, yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop, so let's make it hot-hot

Call ya' boys, 'cause tonight, you're not gon' stay at home
You should tell yo' girl she ain't comin', that you're goin' solo
Cut her off when she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get yo' party on
So get your hair cut, and your car washed, too
Lookin' like a star, in your Armani suit
You need to look yo' best, 'cause ya' turnin' heads tonight
You gonna find a sexy chica that's gon' dance all night, if ya wanna

Boy say he got a girl, yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop, so let's make it hot-hot

All you ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'
Ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'

Sexy women, do your dance (oh)
Fly ladies, work yo' man (oh)
All tha' fellas, time to clown (come on)
We can get down-down

Usually, you could find me posted-up in the corner, with JD beside me
Most likely, I'm high
(Well, every girl that look hot, I'm on the eye) (skeet skeet)
(Grenadina, my Corona, talking shit-shit)
Every nigga that got a phat knot, uh, I'm on him
And if he ain't got the dough-stack, why would I want him (yeah)?
I need things, know that if you can't supply, picture me gone
Make this a moment for Kodak, bye!

(Don't trip, y'all n*ggas know I'm the wildest)
(And when it comes to doin' a remix, So So Def, we killin' it)
I left my man at home, fo' the club is full o' balla's I'ma come-up on
(Well, Brat, I met about two or three, talkin' right 'n tryin' to leave with me)
(And go cut something-something)
We came from making tracks in the basement, wit' a five-million-dollar spot
And rockin' platinum charmbracelets
(Buy the Benz and the Cadillac trucks)
(Got chicks in every city, backin' it up)
(JD and Brat, that's what's up)

All you ladies, leave yo' man at home (la-la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown (ba-ba-ba-balla's, balla's)
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends (fe-fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh)
All you ladies, leave yo' man at home (la-la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown (ba-ba-ba-balla's, balla's)
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends (fe-fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

I ain't thinking 'bout my man tonight, uh-uh
(Uh-huh, I ain't worried 'bout my girl, aight?)

All you ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'
Ladies, leave yo' man at home
The club is full o' balla's and their pockets' full-grown
And all you fellas, leave ya' girl wit' her friends
'Cause it's eleven-thirty, and the club is jumpin'-jumpin'