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Party and Bullshit (Notorious B.I.G.)

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I was a terror since the public school era 
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Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses 
Smoking blunts was a daily routine 
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga 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 
Better 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... 
 
Chorus: 
Party... And bullshit, and... (x9) 
 
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, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, 
I'm a BАD 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 
Nigga you scared you're supposed to 
Nigga I told ya, put fear in your heart 
Fuck up the party before it even start 
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk 
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks! 
 
Chorus 
 
Bitches 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 nigga 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 fucking 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. 
 
[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines] 
 
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.) 
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.) 
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.) 
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.) 
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.) 
and Party... and Bullshit,  
and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.) 
and Party... and Bullshit,  
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.) 
and Party... and Bullshit,  
and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.) 
and Party... and Bullshit,  
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.) 
and Party... and Bullshit,  
[Repeats until fade out]