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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AFROJACK
AFROJACK
Keyboards
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
DJ Buddha
DJ Buddha
Drum Programming
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick van de Wall
Nick van de Wall
Composer
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Composer
Urales Vargas
Urales Vargas
Composer
J. Jones
J. Jones
Composer
AFROJACK
AFROJACK
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AFROJACK
AFROJACK
Producer
DJ Buddha
DJ Buddha
Co-Producer
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Producer
Randall Urbanski
Randall Urbanski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Fuck that fake shit
It's time to get real
It's a party I've been hearing if you don't know
And if you didn't come to party, then you gotta go
Hands up in the sky, wave 'em round from side to side
Got you feeing, how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite
[Verse 2]
Hands up in the sky, wave 'em round from side to side
Got you feeing, how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite
[Verse 3]
What them ladies say? (Hey)
Ladies, what them ladies say? (Hey)
Ladies, what them ladies say? (Hey)
Yeah, Dogg we got your back
Where my homies at?
Homies, where the gagsters at?
Gangsta's bored and gangsta's that
Yeah, Dogg we got your back
We own it like we want it (Yeah)
We beat it till we beat it (Yeah)
And only you can give it to us 'cause you know
We need it (Yeah)
Let me music play, I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
Stack that stack, go back to blue back 'em
Afrojack that's my DJ
So, we gon' continue to do what we've done
All around the world, for real my name nigg
We be fucking it up
[Verse 4]
It's a party I've been hearing if you don't know
And if you didn't come to party, then you gotta go
Hands up in the sky, wave 'em round from side to side
Got you feeing, how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite
[Verse 5]
Hands up in the sky, wave 'em round from side to side
Got you feeing, how you feeling?
How you feeling?
Dynamite
[Verse 6]
On some other shit and all the bitches lovin' it
I'm lovin' it and cuffin' it
I never gave her my government
But I'm shovin' it, I'm poppin' it
With my low-key approach
You wanna be on my team? Bitch, I'm the coach, let's go
Straight to the locker room
Get dressed and hit the grass
Cakin' makin' that cash
Break and shakin' that ass
Four mo' players, spray you later
Say you're rhyming too, designer shoes
I'ma do a crime or too
Define time, spend a little time with you
[Verse 7]
Yeah, man
Yeah, man
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
[Verse 8]
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Drinks in the air, smokin' on a fat blunt
Turnt down for what, **** we turnt up
Written by: Calvin Broadus, J. Jones, Nick van de Wall, Urales Vargas
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