And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
(Biggie)
Nigga, I told ya, put fear in your heart
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses
(Brooklyn Crew likes that)
Bitches in the back looking righteous
So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
And we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
And party and bullshit and
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
(Uptown likes that)
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks
Moet popping, hoe hopping
Conversations, blunts in rotation
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat?
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff
Songwriters: Gordy Jr Berry, Hal David, Osten Harvey, Willie Hutch, Christopher Wallace, Bob West
Honeys want to chat
And the duce, duce in my bubble goose
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peace
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like I was duck huntin'
And party and bullshit and
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot
But all we wanna know is, where the party at?
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JOBETE MUSIC CO INC, STONE DIAMOND MUSIC CORPORATION
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist
(Junior Mafia likes that)
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Fuck up the party before it even start
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
'Cause all we wanna do is
In a tight dress
Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
How to tote a gun and have fun with Jamaican rum
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
(Bad Boy likes that)
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back?
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
I'm hittin' skins again, rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
(Third Eye likes that)
(Biggie)
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks
I think I might just hit her with a little Biggie 101
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
But I throw my vest on my chest 'cause niggaz is a mess
And it's on and I'm gone, that's that
It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
Here we go, here we go
I used to have the tre' duce
Can't we just all get along?
Here we go, here we go
Sure do, two twenty two's in my shoes
I was a terror since the public school era
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast over doser
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Holler if you need me love, I'm in the house
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit