Here we go, here we go
Here we 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 ***** on the scene
I used to have the tres duce
And the duce, duce in my bubble goose
Now I got the 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 *****z is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at *****z 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 bull****
And party and bull**** and
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Spade that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two twenty two'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
*****z wanna front, who got your back?
(Biggie)
*****z wanna flex, who got the gat?
(Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose
So ***** 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 stuff
Or some brand-nubian **** 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 bull****
And party and bull**** and
*****es 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 ****** thinking
If money smell bad than this ***** Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the ******s 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
*****z start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a ****ing fight broke out
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off the Dom Perrignon
And it's on and I'm gone, that's that
Party and bull**** and party and bull****
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
(Junior Mafia likes that)
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
(Uptown likes that)
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
(Bad Boy likes that)
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
(Brooklyn Crew likes that)
And party and bull**** and party and bull****
(Third Eye likes that)
And party and bull**** and party and bull****