[00:09.59]I was a terror since the public school era
[00:11.63]Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
[00:14.42]Smoking blunts was a daily routine
[00:16.71]Since thirteen, a chubby ***** on the scene
[00:19.18]I used to have the tre` duce
[00:20.65]And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
[00:22.16]Now i got a mac in my knapsack
[00:24.35]Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
[00:26.25]And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
[00:28.96]Honeys want to chat
[00:30.13]But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
[00:32.26]And can i bring my gat?
[00:33.87]If not, I hope I don't get shot
[00:35.39]But i throw my vest on my chest
[00:36.88]'Cause ****** is a mess
[00:38.40]It don't take nothin' but frontin'
[00:39.75]For me to start somethin'
[00:41.05]Buggin' and barkin' at ****** like i was duck huntin'
[00:43.66]Dumbing out, just me and my crew
[00:45.81]Cause all we wanna do is...
[00:47.00]Chorus:
[00:48.07]Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)
[01:07.26]Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
[01:09.59]Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
[01:12.04]Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
[01:14.52]Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
[01:17.02]Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
[01:19.24]Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
[01:21.66]Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY
[01:26.59]****** wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
[01:29.12]****** wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
[01:31.37]It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
[01:33.76]***** you scared you're supposed to
[01:36.14]***** I told ya, put fear in your heart
[01:38.31]**** up the party before it even start
[01:40.68]Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
[01:42.83]Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!
[01:45.10]Chorus
[01:45.47]and Party... and Bullshit, and Party... and Bullshit, and Party... and Bullshit,
[02:04.53]B*****s in the back looking righteous
[02:06.97]In a tight dress, i think i might just
[02:09.01]Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
[02:11.87]And have fun with Jamaican rum
[02:14.63]Conversations, blunts in rotation
[02:15.90]My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
[02:19.21]we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
[02:21.54]If money smell bad than this ***** Biggie stinking
[02:23.70]Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
[02:26.98]She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
[02:29.34]I'm hittin' skins again
[02:31.06]Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
[02:33.33]****** start to loke out, a kid got choked out
[02:35.76]Blows was thrown and a f*****g fight broke out
[02:38.59][Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
[02:44.25]Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]
[02:48.39]Can't we just all get along?
[02:49.61]So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
[02:52.15]Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
[02:54.43]And it's on, and I'm gone
[02:56.86]that's that.
[02:58.01]Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
[02:59.80]and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
[03:01.96]and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
[03:04.35]and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
[03:06.86]and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
[03:09.29]and Party... and Bullshit,
[03:11.79]and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
[03:14.18]and Party... and Bullshit,
[03:16.34]and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
[03:18.86]and Party... and Bullshit,
[03:21.24]and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
[03:23.88]and Party... and Bullshit,
[03:25.85]and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
[03:28.36]and Party... and Bullshit,

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 ***** 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 ****** is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at ****** 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 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
**** up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!
Chorus
and Party... and Bullshit, and Party... and Bullshit, and Party... and Bullshit,
B*****s 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 ***** 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
****** start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a f*****g 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 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,