The Notorious B.I.G. – Party and b#llsh#t

The Notorious B.I.G. – Party and b#llsh#t Lyrics

Artist: The Notorious B.I.G.
Song: Party and b#llsh#t

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since 13, a chubby n#gg# on the scene

I used to have the tré-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#gg#s is a mess
It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at n#gg#s like I was duck hunting

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
‘Cause all we wanna do is
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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
Moët popping, ho hopping
Ain’t no stopping Big Poppa

I’m a Bad Boy
n#gg#s wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
n#gg#s wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
It ain’t hard to tell, I’m the East Coast overdose

n#gg#, you scared, you’re supposed to
n#gg#, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
f#ck up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk

On some Brand Nubian sh#t beating down punks
And party and b#llsh#t
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And party and b#llsh#t
And party and b#llsh#t
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#gg# 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#gg#s 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 pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it’s on, and I’m gone

That’s that…
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Release Year: 1993