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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
Lounginand' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is andquot;where the party at?andquot;
And can i bring my gat?
If not, i hope i donand't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
and'cause niggaz is a mess
It donand't take nothinand' but frontinand'
For me to start somethinand'
Bugginand' and barkinand' at niggaz like i was duck huntinand'
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 .22and's in my shoes
Holler if you need me love iand'm in the house
Roam and strollinand' see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ainand't no stopping big poppa, iand'm a bad boy
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
It ainand't hard to tell iand'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared youand'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 beatinand' 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 jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man big jacques got the glock in his waist and
Weand'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 andquot;letand's leave calmandquot;
Iand'm hittinand' 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 andquot;yo chill, man, chill!andquot;]
Canand't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like liand'l shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And itand's on, and iand'm gone
Thatand'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]
Yo era un terror desde la época de la escuela pública
Pasa a cuarto de baño, clases Cuttin, asnos apretando
Embota fumar era una rutina diaria
Desde los trece años, un negro gordito en la escena
Solía ??tener el tre `Duce
Y el Duce Mussolini en mi bubblegoose
Ahora tengo el mack en la mochila
Lounginand negro ", sacos de fumar en actos
Y compinches con mis compinches Rockin volar patadas
Mieles quieren conversar
Pero todo lo que quiero saber es andquot, donde el partido en andquot?;
Y ¿Puedo llevar mi gat?
Si no, espero donand't recibir un disparo
Pero yo lanzo mi chaleco en el pecho
and'cause niggaz es un desastre
Se donand't tomar nothinand ', pero frontinand'
Para que empiece a somethinand '
Bugginand y barkinand 'en niggaz como si estuviera huntinand pato'
Embrutecimiento a cabo, sólo yo y mi equipo
Hará que todos los que queremos hacer es ...
Coro:
Partido ... y una mierda, y ... (X9)
Los abrazos de las mieles, la libra de matones
Visto a mi hombre sei que sabía de los proyectos
Dijo que había carne de res, me preguntó si yo tenía mi pieza
Claro que sí, dos 0,22 y en mis zapatos
Holler If You Need Me encanta iand'm en la casa
Vagar y strollinand
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Notorious B.I.G.
Party And Bullshit
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 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
Lounginand' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is andquot;where the party at?andquot;
And can i bring my gat?
If not, i hope i donand't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
and'cause niggaz is a mess
It donand't take nothinand' but frontinand'
For me to start somethinand'
Bugginand' and barkinand' at niggaz like i was duck huntinand'
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 .22and's in my shoes
Holler if you need me love iand'm in the house
Roam and strollinand' see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ainand't no stopping big poppa, iand'm a bad boy
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
It ainand't hard to tell iand'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared youand'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 beatinand' 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 jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man big jacques got the glock in his waist and
Weand'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 andquot;letand's leave calmandquot;
Iand'm hittinand' 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 andquot;yo chill, man, chill!andquot;]
Canand't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like liand'l shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And itand's on, and iand'm gone
Thatand'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]
Notorious B.I.G.
Party and Bullshit
Party and Bullshit
Yo era un terror desde la época de la escuela pública
Pasa a cuarto de baño, clases Cuttin, asnos apretando
Embota fumar era una rutina diaria
Desde los trece años, un negro gordito en la escena
Solía ??tener el tre `Duce
Y el Duce Mussolini en mi bubblegoose
Ahora tengo el mack en la mochila
Lounginand negro ", sacos de fumar en actos
Y compinches con mis compinches Rockin volar patadas
Mieles quieren conversar
Pero todo lo que quiero saber es andquot, donde el partido en andquot?;
Y ¿Puedo llevar mi gat?
Si no, espero donand't recibir un disparo
Pero yo lanzo mi chaleco en el pecho
and'cause niggaz es un desastre
Se donand't tomar nothinand ', pero frontinand'
Para que empiece a somethinand '
Bugginand y barkinand 'en niggaz como si estuviera huntinand pato'
Embrutecimiento a cabo, sólo yo y mi equipo
Hará que todos los que queremos hacer es ...
Coro:
Partido ... y una mierda, y ... (X9)
Los abrazos de las mieles, la libra de matones
Visto a mi hombre sei que sabía de los proyectos
Dijo que había carne de res, me preguntó si yo tenía mi pieza
Claro que sí, dos 0,22 y en mis zapatos
Holler If You Need Me encanta iand'm en la casa
Vagar y strollinand
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
