Party and B******t

I was a terror since the public school era

Bathrooms passes, cutting class, squeezing asses

Smoking blunts was a daily routine

Since 13, a chubby **** on the scene

I used to have the tre' deuce, and a deuce deuce

In my bubble goose

Now I got the MAC in my napsack

Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks

With my sidekicks, rocking fly kicks

Honey's wanna chat but all we want know

Is where the party at?

And can I bring my gat?

If not, I hope I don't get shot

Better throw my vest on my chest

'Cause **** is a mess

It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something

Bugging and bucking at **** like I was duck hunting

Dumbing out, just me and my crew

'Cause all we wanna do is

(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And)

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks

See my man C that I knew from the projects

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece

Sure do, two .22's in my shoes

Hollar if you need me love, I'm in the house

Roam and stroll, see what they honeys is about

Moet popping, ho hopping

Ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy

**** wanna front, who got your back (Biggie)

**** wanna flex, who got the gat (Biggie)

It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdoser

**** you scared, you're supposed to

**** I told ya, put fear in your heart

Fuck up the party, before it even start

Pissy drunk off of Henny and skunk

On some Brand Nubian shit, beating down punks

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And)

Bitches in the back looking righteous

In a tight dress, I think I might just

Hit her will a little Biggie 101

How to tote a gun, and have fun with Jamaican rum

Conversation, blunts in rotation

My man Big Jock, got the Glock in his waist

And we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking

If money smell bad then this **** Big is stinking

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm

She grabbed my arm and said, let's leave calm

I'm hitting skins again

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken

**** start to loc out, a kid got chocked out

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

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 drunk off of Dom Pérignon

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

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)

(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)...