Party & Bullshit
(Notorious B.I.G. vs. Miley Cyrus) Lyrics

Here we go, come on
Let's get ready to party and have some fun.

I was a terror since the public school era
I have been troublesome since my days in public school.

Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I used to skip classes, take bathroom breaks, and harass others.

Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I used to smoke marijuana on a daily basis.

Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
I was a chubby kid when I was 13 years old.

I used to have the trey-deuce
I used to carry a .32 caliber handgun.

And the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose
I also had a .22 caliber handgun in my winter coat.

Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
I now carry a MAC-10 submachine gun in my backpack.

Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
I smoke marijuana and hang out with my friends who are also smoking and using their AC and Sidekick phones.

With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I am hanging out with my friends who are wearing fashionable sneakers.

Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to us.

But all we wanna know is where the party at
We are only interested in finding out where the party is.

And can I bring my gat?
Can I bring my gun?

If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I can't bring my gun, I hope nobody shoots me.

Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
I need to wear my bulletproof vest because there are dangerous people around.

It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Just a little provocation is enough for me to start a fight.

Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
I am confronting and shooting at people like I am hunting ducks.

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
We are acting recklessly and without thinking, just me and my friends.

'Cause all we wanna do is
We only want to

And party and bullshit
Have fun and engage in reckless behavior.

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Girls are giving us hugs, while tough guys are giving us pounds.

Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
I saw my friend Sage, whom I met in the public housing projects.

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
He told me he had a problem with someone and asked if I had a gun with me.

Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (no question)
I certainly do have two .22 caliber handguns hidden in my shoes.

Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Call me if you need me, I am inside the house.

Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
I am wandering around, trying to see what the girls are up to.

Moët popping, ho hopping
We are drinking Moët champagne and trying to attract girls.

Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
Nobody can stop me, I am invincible.

I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)
I am a member of the Bad Boy record label.

Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
People are trying to confront me, but I am not alone and Biggie (The Notorious B.I.G.) has my back.

Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie)
People are trying to show off, but Biggie and I have the guns.

It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
It is obvious that I am the best rapper from the East Coast.

Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
It is understandable if you are scared.

Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
I will kill you and make you fear me.

Fuck up the party before it even start
I will cause trouble and violence before the party even begins.

Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
I am very drunk on Hennessy cognac and smoking marijuana.

On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
I am behaving like the hip-hop group Brand Nubian, attacking and beating up people who cross me.

Bitches in the back looking righteous
Girls in the back look good and confident.

In a tight dress, I think I might just
I am tempted to make a move on a girl who is wearing a tight dress.

Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
I want to teach her how to carry and use a gun like I do.

And have fun with Jamaican rum
We are having fun drinking Jamaican rum.

Conversation, blunts in rotation
We are talking and smoking marijuana one after another.

My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
My friend Big Jock has a Glock handgun in his waistband.

We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We are smoking and drinking, trying to convince a girl to have sex with us.

If money smell bad, then this nigga Big is stinkin'
If having money is bad, then I must be terrible since I have a lot of it.

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Is it my charisma that is making the girls behave this way? I have them under my control.

She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
She grabbed my arm and suggested that we leave without causing any trouble.

I'm hitting skins again
I am having sex with girls again.

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
We rolled up another marijuana joint and bought some Heineken beer.

Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
People started to go crazy, and a person got choked and passed out.

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People started fighting and punching each other.

"Yo, chill, man, chill"
Someone is trying to calm everyone down.

Can't we just all get along?
Why can't we just be peaceful and get along?

So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
I want to give her hickeys on her chest like my friend Little Shawn did.

Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
I want to get her drunk on expensive champagne, Dom Pérignon.

And it's on, and I'm gone
We are ready to party and I am leaving.