Party And Bulls**t (2008 Remaster) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Produced by：Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions

Here we go go go

Here we go go go

Here we go go 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 n***a on the scene

I used to have the tre duce

And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose

Now I got a 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 barkin' at niggaz like I was duck huntin'

Dumbing out just me and my crew

'Cause all we wanna do is

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Hugs from the honeys pounds from the roughnecks

Seen my man sei that I knew from the projects

Said he had beef asked me if I had my peice

Sure do two 22'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 h*e 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 overdoser

N***a you scared you're supposed to

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

F**k up the party before it even start

Pissy drunk off the henny and skunk

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

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

Party and bulls**t and

B***hes 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 hooker thinking

If money smell bad than this n***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

Music stops indecipherable

Sounds of people yelling and arguing

Biggie breaks it up yelling yo chill man chill

Can't we just all get along

So I can put hickies on her chest like li'l shawn

Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon

And it's on and I'm gone

That's that

Party and bulls**t party

And party and bulls**t bulls**t

And party and bulls**t party

And party and bulls**t bulls**t

And party and bulls**t yea junior mafia likes that

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t