Party And Bullshit

<br>I was a terror since the public school era <br>Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses <br>Smoking blunts was a daily routine <br>Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene <br>I used to have the tre` duce <br>And the duce duce in my bubblegoose <br>Now i got the mack in my knapsack <br>Loungin` black, smoking sacks up in acts <br>And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks <br>Honeys want to chat <br>But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?" <br>And can i bring my gat? <br>If not, I hope I don`t get shot <br>But i throw my vest on my chest <br>`Cause niggaz is a mess <br>It don`t take nothin` but frontin` <br>For me to start somethin` <br>Buggin` and barkin` at niggaz like i was duck huntin` <br>Dumbing out, just me and my crew <br>Cause all we wanna do is... <br><br>Chorus: <br>Party... And bullshit, and... (x9) <br><br>Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks <br>Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects <br>Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice <br>Sure do, two .22`s in my shoes <br>Holler if you need me love i`m in the house <br>Roam and strollin` see what the honeys is about <br>Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain`t no stopping Big Poppa, I`m a BAD BOY <br>Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!) <br>Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!) <br>It ain`t hard to tell I`m the east coast overdoser <br>Nigga you scared you`re supposed to <br>Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart <br>Fuck up the party before it even start <br>Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff <br>Or some brand-nubian shit beatin` down punks! <br><br>Chorus <br><br>Bitches in the back looking righteous <br>In a tight dress, i think i might just <br>Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun <br>And have fun with Jamaician rum <br>Conversations, blunts in rotation <br>My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and <br>we`re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking <br>If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking <br>Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm <br>She grabbed my arm and said "Let`s leave calm" <br>I`m hittin` skins again <br>Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken <br>Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out <br>Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out <br><br>[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing, <br>Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"] <br><br>Can`t we just all get along? <br>So i can put hickies on her chest like Li`l Shawn <br>Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon <br>And it`s on, and I`m gone <br>that`s that. <br><br>[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines] <br><br>Party... and Bullshit, (Party.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, <br>and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.) <br>and Party... and Bullshit, <br>[Repeats until fade out