Party
Cartel www.turkrap.be Lyrics

I was a terror since the public school era
I have been causing chaos since I was in grade school.

Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I used to skip school to fool around in the bathroom and harass girls.

Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked marijuana every day.

Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I have been causing trouble since I was thirteen, and I was overweight.

I used to have the tre' duce
I used to carry a .32 caliber gun.

And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
I also carried a .22 caliber gun in my jacket.

Now I got the mack in my knapsack
I now carry a more powerful gun (Mac-10) in my backpack.

Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
I relax and smoke marijuana before going out to cause trouble.

And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I hang out with my friends who also wear cool sneakers.

Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to us.

But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
We are only interested in finding out where the next party is.

And can I bring my gat?
I wonder if I can bring my gun to the party.

If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I can't bring my gun, I hope I won't get shot by someone else's gun.

Betta throw my vest on my chest
I need to wear my bulletproof vest.

Cause niggas is a mess
Because some people are dangerous.

It don't take nothin' but frontin'
Someone being confrontational can set me off.

For me to start somethin'
I am likely to start fighting.

Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
I am hyping myself up by acting like a hunting dog, taunting and threatening people.

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
I am ignoring everything else and am only focused on causing trouble with my friends.

Cause all we want to do is party and bullshit
All we care about is partying and causing chaos.

[Chorus]
Repeated chorus.

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Girls give us hugs, while tough guys give us pounds (fist-bumps).

Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
I saw a friend from the same neighborhood as me.

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

Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
I do have my guns - I'm carrying two small ones in my shoes.

Holler if you need me love I'm in the house
If you need me, let me know that you need help, and I will be ready.

Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
I look around, checking out the girls.

Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, I'm a bad boy
I am drinking champagne and flirting with girls, and nothing can stop me, because I am a tough guy.

Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
If someone tries to confront me, I want to know who will have my back (Biggie!).

Niggas want to flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
If someone tries to act tough with me, I want to know who has a gun (Biggie!).

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
It's clear that I am someone who is overly aggressive and violent.

Nigga you scared you're supposed to
You should be scared of me.

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

Fuck up the party before it even start
I will cause chaos and violence at the party from the very beginning.

Pissy drunk, off the henny and stuff
I am very drunk from drinking Hennessy.

Or some brand-Nubian shit beatin' down punks!
I might listen to music by Brand Nubian to get myself pumped up to beat people up.

[Chorus]
Repeated chorus.

Bitches in the back looking righteous
Girls in the back look pretty.

In a tight dress, I think I might just
They are wearing tight dresses, and I feel like I might do something with them.

Hit her with a little biggie 101, how to tote a gun
I would teach her how to carry a gun, using a video by Biggie.

And have fun with Jamaican rum
Then we can have fun drinking Jamaican rum.

Conversations, blunts in rotation
We discuss things while passing around marijuana joints.

My man big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
My friend Jacques is carrying a gun in his waistband.

We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We are smoking marijuana, drinking alcohol, and making the girls think about doing something with us.

If money smell bad than this nigga biggie stinking
If money smells bad, then Biggie (who has a lot of money) must smell terrible.

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Are the girls attracted to me because of my charming personality? They seem to do whatever I want.

She grabbed my arm and said "let's leave calm"
One girl grabbed me and suggested that we leave quietly.

I'm hittin' skins again
I'm about to have sex again.

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
I roll another joint and buy a Heineken beer.

Niggas start to loke out, a kid got choked out
People start to get mad, and a fight starts, and someone gets choked.

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People started throwing punches and a big fight broke out.

Can't we just all get along?
Can't we all just stop fighting?

So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawn
So I can kiss her neck and chest.

Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
Get her very drunk from drinking Dom Perignon.

And it's on, and I'm gone
I'm ready to party and cause trouble, and then I'm out of here.

That's that.
End of song.