Jumpin', Jumpin' (So So Def Remix)

Uh-uh oh 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 Check me out now I'm outside trying to bribe the bouncer You gotta let me in this I'm trying to tell you, me and Kelly got some serious business Now, say your price I'ma drop, just let a nigga slide 'Cause this party ain't a party if I ain't inside (Shorty, you too young, you ain't even 21) Player, stop it Where the list at for them young niggas with grown pockets? Beyoncé just hit my two-way and said it's jumping So stop fronting And do a little something, ow Though he 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 your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping Ladies, leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping Though he 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 your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gon' stay at home You should tell your girl she ain't coming tonight, you going solo Cut her off as she talk some noise You know you got the right to get your party on So get your haircut and your car washed too, looking Like a star in your Armani suit, you need to look your best 'Cause you're turning heads tonight You're gonna find a sexy chica That's gon' dance all night if you wanna Though he say he got a girl (oh) Yeah it's true, you got a man (oh) But the party ain't gon' stop (oh-oh) So let's make it hot, hot (oh oh) All you ladies, leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown-grown) And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping Ladies, leave your man at home (oh-yeah) The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown-grown) And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (friend, oh-yeah) 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (yeah) Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh) Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh) Balling fellas, time to clown (oh-whoa) We can get down now (whoa) 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, spit spit Grenadina, my corona talking shit, shit Every nigga that got a phat knot Huh, I'm on him And if he ain't got the dough stack Why would I want him? 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 niggas know I'm the williest And when it comes to doing a remix So So Def, we killing it I left my man at home For the club is full of ballers I'ma come up on Well Brat, I met about two or three Talking right and trying to leave with me And go cut something, something We came from making tracks in the basement To a five-million-dollar spot And rocking platinum charm bracelets Big-body Benzes and Cadillac trucks Got chicks in every city backing it up JD and Brat, that's what's up All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la ladies, ladies) The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba ballers, ballers) And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fa-fa fellas, fellas) 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ladies, leave your man at home (la-la ladies, ladies) The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba ballers, ballers) And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fa-fa fellas, fellas) 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh) I ain't thinking 'bout my man tonight Uh-huh, I ain't worried my girl, aight All you ladies, leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping Ladies, leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends 'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping