Party And Bulls**t (Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Here we go here we go

Here we go here we go

I was a terror since the public school era

Bathroom passes cuttin' classes squeezing asses

Smoking blunts was a daily routine

Since thirteen a chubby ni**a on the scene

I used to have the tres duce

And the duce duce in my bubble goose

Now I got the mac in my knapsack

Loungin' black smoking sacks up in acts

And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks

Honeys want to chat

But all we wanna know is where the party at

And can I bring my gat

If not I hope I don't get shot

But I throw my vest on my chest

'Cause niggaz is a mess

It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to

Start somethin'

Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like I was duck huntin'

Dumbing out just me and my crew

'Cause all we wanna do is

And b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And

Hugs from the honeys pounds from the roughnecks

Seen my man Spade that I knew from the projects

Said he had beef asked me if I had my piece

Sure do two twenty two's in my shoes

Holler if you need me love I'm in the house

Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about

Moet popping hoe hopping

Ain't no stopping Big Poppa I'm a bad boy

Niggaz wanna front who got your back

Biggie

Niggaz wanna flex who got the gat

Biggie

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose

So ni**a you scared you're supposed to

Ni**a I told ya put fear in your heart

F**k up the party before it even start

Pissy drunk off the Henny and stuff

Or some brand-nubian sh*t beatin' down punks

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And

B**ches in the back looking righteous

In a tight dress

I think I might just hit her with a little Biggie 101

How to tote a gun and have fun with Jamaican rum

Conversations blunts in rotation

My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist

And we're smoking drinking got the h****r thinking

If money smell bad than this ni**a Biggie stinking

Is it my charm I got the hookers eatin' out my palm

She grabbed my arm and said

Let's leave calm

I'm hittin' skins again rolled up another blunt

Bought a Heineken

Niggaz start to loke out a kid got choked out

Blows was thrown and a f**king fight broke out

Can't we just all get along

So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn

Get her pissy drunk off the Dom Perrignon

And it's on and I'm gone that's that

Party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

And party and b******t and party and b******t

Junior Mafia likes that

And party and b******t and party and b******t

Uptown likes that

And party and b******t and party and b******t

Bad Boy likes that

And party and b******t and party and b******t

Brooklyn Crew likes that

And party and b******t and party and b******t

Third Eye likes that

And party and b******t and party and b******t