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letra de party and bullshit - the notorious b.i.g.

[verse 1]
i was a terror since the public school era
bathroom p-sses, cutting cl-sses, squeezing -sses
smoking blunts was a daily routine
since 13, a chubby n-gga on the scene
i used to have the trey-deuce
and the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
now i got the mac in my knapsack
lounging black, smoking sacks up in ac’s and sidekicks
with my sidekicks rocking 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 n-ggas is a mess
it don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
bugging and bucking at n-ggas like i was duck hunting
dumbing out, just me and my crew
’cause all we wanna do is

[hook]
party and bullsh-t
and party and bullsh-t

[verse 2]
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 piece
sure do, two .22s in my shoes
holler if you need me, love, i’m in the house
roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
moet popping, ho hopping
ain’t no stopping big poppa
i’m a bad boy
n-ggas wanna front, who got your back? (biggie!)
n-ggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
it ain’t hard to tell i’m the east coast overdose
n-gga you scared you’re supposed to
n-gga, i toast ya, put fear in your heart
f-ck up the party before it even start
p-ssy drunk, off the henny and skunk
on some brand nubian sh-t beating down punks

[hook]
party and bullsh-t
and party and bullsh-t

[verse 3]
b-tches 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
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 n-gga biggie 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
n-ggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a f-cking 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 little shawn
get her p-ssy drunk off of dom pérignon
and it’s on, and i’m gone
that’s that…

[hook]
party and bullsh-t, and party …

[puffy]
junior m.a.f.i.a. like to…
uptown likes to…
bad boy likes to…
brooklyn crew likes to…
3rd eye likes to…
mo bee likes to…
we like to…

- the notorious b i g

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