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Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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Features Of This Song
east coast rap roots
jazz influences
a knack for catchy hooks
danceable beats
use of call-and-response vocals
upbeat lyrics
party rhymes
the use of chordal patterning
a tight kick sound
a slow moving bass line
subtle use of electric keys
use of electric pianos
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
dominant rap hooks
lyrics by a rap icon
production by a famous producer

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
Take a walk down to D dot C
So, um, you best ta check and hear what we got to say
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Stakes is high but we gonna try to have fun this year
The war's tuggin' and ain't no druggin', my credit's a gain
And all the fellas, fellas? Takin' over this year
I be spendin on wall street and buyin' boardwalk
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
While you searchin' for some trick to put the shit in her name
Songwriters: Xavier Hargrove, Milt Jackson, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
J.D. Dove plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
But others on without them being pawns in this game
Peace, Mr. War, I'm seein' all dimensions
Now if you came to fight, you might get that head flown
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
By the one and only, Maseo Plug Third
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
Soon comin' but now it's time to kick the fun in
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Publishers: DAISY AGE MUSIC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP
Battin' eyes at Toni Braxton and I bought her a fur
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
...
Before there were guns, there was native tongues on these plains
Now I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
And not dope meaning weed but dope meaning
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves
Schoolly D like family reunions, midday may, it's all lovin'
It's so real when we come through
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And a number to a crew of dope girls from the woods
Got some money to blow, wonder why wanna know
I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here
Like them west coast kids who be throwin' up signs
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I come through
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now if you came to party just let it be known
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Heard I'm sexin' sade and I bought her a fur
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dodging problems of the world, drawn out in white chalk
But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
'What', 'When' and 'Word's, where the gossip occur
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Far-fetched like glass teks and Kiddie Rolex
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
I hate a buster unless his name is Busta Rhymes
'Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to play
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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