Party And Bullshit Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

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 nigga on the scene 

I used to have the tre' duce 

And the duce duce in my bubblegoose 

Now i got the mack 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 niggaz is a mess 

It don't take nothin' but frontin' 

For me to start somethin' 

Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin' 

Dumbing out, just me and my crew 

Cause all we wanna do is... 

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Bullshit ... And party, and... 

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 piece 

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 

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 toast ya, put fear in your heart 

Fuck up the party before it even start 

Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff 

Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks! 

Photos 

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 Jamaician 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 Lil' Shaun 

Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon 

And it's on, and I'm gone 

that's that. 

(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)