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Here we go, go (come on) Here we go, go (come on) Here we go, go (come on) Here we go I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing a- Smoking bl- was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby n- on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the M- in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks Honeys wanna chat But all we wanna know is where the party at? And can I bring my g-? If not, I hope I don't get shot But I throw my vest on my chest 'Cause n- is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at n- like I was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew 'Cause all we wanna do is And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bullsh- And- Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sage 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 stroll, see what the honeys is about Moet poppin', h- hoppin', ain't no stoppin' Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy (that's right) N- wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie) N- wanna flex, who got the g-? (Biggie) It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose N- you scared you're supposed to N-, I toast ya, put fear in your heart F- up the party before it even start Pissy d-, off the Henny and sk- Or some Brand Nubian sh- beatin' down punks And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bullsh- And- B- 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, bl- in rotation My man Big Jacques got the Glock in his waist and We're smokin', drinkin', got the h- thinkin' If money smell bad than this n- Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the h- eatin' out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hittin' skins again Rolled up another bl-, bought a Heineken N- start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a f- fight broke out Yo, yo, what's up Big? Ay, ay, yo Yo, Big what's up? Yo, Big what's up? Yo, Big what's up? Chill, yo, chill, man, chill Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy dr- off of Don Pérignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bull- And party and bullsh- And party and bullsh- And party and bullsh- And party and bullsh- And party and bullsh-
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Osten S. Jr. Harvey, Hal Davis, Willie Hutch, Bob West, Berry Gordy Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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