Party
Dr. Dre The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Bathroom passes, cutting 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 bubble-goose
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
Honeys want to chat
But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Betta throw my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we want to do is
[Chorus]
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man see 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
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggas want to 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!
[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 Jamaican 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 eating 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
Niggas start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that.
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]
The lyrics to the song "Party" by The Notorious B.I.G. and Dr. Dre showcase their wild and rebellious lifestyle. The song embodies the experiences of life on the street and the party culture that was prevalent in the rap scene in the 90s.
The opening lines of the song, “I was a terror since the public school era" evoke imagery of a young Biggie who was known to be a rebellious teenager. This description of Biggie as a “chubby nigga” who used to cut classes and smoke blunts is indicative of his carefree attitude towards life. The lyrics also describe how times have changed for Biggie as he now has a mack in his knapsack and sidekicks to accompany him. The chorus "Party, and bullshit," further adds to this image of Biggie as a party boy who only wants to enjoy his life and have fun.
The second paragraph of the song is all about the people at the party. The lyrics mention how Biggie meets his friends, sees girls dressed in tight dresses, and has conversations while smoking blunts. He even offers little biggie 101 aka how to carry guns and drink Jamaican rum. The lyrics also mention a fight that breaks out at the party, emphasizing the rowdy and wild nature of the party culture.
Overall, the lyrics to "Party" depict a wild and carefree lifestyle, as Biggie and his friends party hard and indulge in drugs and alcohol. The song accurately captures the essence of the rap culture in the 90s, its rebellion and disregard for authority.
Line by Line Meaning
I was a terror since the public school era
I have always been a troublemaker since the days of public school
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I wasted my time in school, and I harassed girls
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked marijuana every day
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I have been around since I was thirteen years old, and I was overweight
I used to have the tre' duce
I used to carry a .32 caliber handgun
And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
I used to carry a .22 caliber handgun in my jacket
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
I now carry a MAC-10 submachine gun in my backpack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
I dress in all black and smoke weed while hanging around in clubs
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I hang out with my friends who also wear expensive shoes
Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to us
But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
We only care about the location of the party
And can I bring my gat?
I want to know if I can bring my gun
If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I am not allowed to bring my gun, I hope I do not get shot
Betta throw my vest on my chest
I better put on my bulletproof vest
Cause niggas is a mess
People here are unpredictable and violent
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
People here are easily provoked by an act of disrespect
For me to start somethin'
I am willing to start a fight at any moment
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
I am harassing and annoying people as if I was hunting ducks
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
I am behaving recklessly with my group of friends
Cause all we want to do is
All we want to do is
Party, and bullshit, and
Party, do drugs, and cause trouble
Party, and bullshit,
Party and cause trouble
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Girls want to hug and kiss us, while rough men want to give us pounds (a form of handshake)
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
I recognized a friend from the neighborhood projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
My friend had a problem with someone and asked if I had my gun
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
Yes, I have two .22 caliber handguns in my shoes
Holler if you need me love I'm in the house
Call me if you need me, I'm ready to fight
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
I am walking around to see if there are any girls I can flirt with
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, I'm a bad boy
I am drinking expensive champagne, flirting with women, and nothing can stop me, I am a troublemaker
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
If someone wants to fight or argue, who will be on my side? (I got Biggie!)
Niggas want to flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
If someone shows off and threatens us, who has a gun? (I got Biggie!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
It is easy to see that I am someone who is always up to no good and causing trouble on the East Coast
Nigga you scared you're supposed to
If you are scared, that is what you are supposed to feel when you are around me
Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart
I will shoot you and make you afraid
Fuck up the party before it even start
I will ruin the party and cause trouble before it even begins
Pissy drunk, off the henny and stuff
I am very drunk from Hennessy cognac
Or some brand-Nubian shit beatin' down punks!
I am listening to Brand Nubian (rap group) and ready to beat up anyone who disrespects me
Bitches in the back looking righteous
There are attractive girls in the back of the room
In a tight dress, I think I might just
They are wearing tight dresses, and I am thinking about approaching them
Hit her with a little biggie 101, how to tote a gun
I will teach her how to use a gun
And have fun with Jamaican rum
I will have a good time drinking Jamaican rum with her
Conversations, blunts in rotation
We are smoking marijuana and having conversations
My man big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
My friend Big Jacques is carrying a Glock handgun in his waistband
We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We are smoking weed and drinking alcohol, and the girls are considering hooking up with us
If money smell bad than this nigga biggie stinking
I am so wealthy that people can smell the money on me
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Do I have a charming personality? Because the girls are very interested in me
She grabbed my arm and said "let's leave calm"
A girl grabbed my arm and suggested that we leave without causing trouble
I'm hittin' skins again
I am having sex again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
I rolled another marijuana cigarette and bought a Heineken beer
Niggas start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Some people are becoming aggressive, and a kid got strangled until he passed out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People started hitting each other, and a big fight began
Can't we just all get along?
Can't we all just peacefully coexist?
So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawn
So I can give her love bites (hickies) like Lil' Shawn (another rapper)
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
Get her very drunk from drinking Dom Perignon champagne
And it's on, and I'm gone
Now I am ready to party, and I am leaving
Party, and bullshit, (party.)
Party, do drugs, and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (party.)
Party, do drugs, and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)
Junior Mafia (another rap group) also likes to party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit,
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)
People from Uptown, Manhattan also like to party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit,
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)
Bad Boy Records (the record label that signed Biggie) also likes to party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit,
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)
People from Brooklyn also like to party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit,
Party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)
People who are part of the "third eye" (mystery knowledge) movement also like to party and cause trouble
And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
Party, do drugs, and cause trouble over and over again
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BOB WEST, HAL DAVIS, WILLIE HUTCH, BERRY GORDY JR, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, OSTEN HARVEY
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