Party & Bullshit
Notorious B.I.G. Vs Diamond D. Lyrics


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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
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin 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
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...

Chorus:
Bullshit ... And party, 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 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
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz wanna 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 Jamaician 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 eatin 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
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 "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

Can't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Lil' Shaun
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
that'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]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Party & Bullshit" by Notorious B.I.G. Vs The Grateful Dead reflect the rapper's background and his present-day lifestyle. He describes himself as a "terror" from the "public school era" who was truant, smoking marijuana, and sexually harassing girls. He contrasts his former self with his current self as a suave, well-connected party-goer with a cache of guns.


As the song begins, Biggie details his past of cutting class, smoking weed and harassing girls, but contrasts it with his present-day cool persona. He is the life of the party, a bad boy smoking blunts, sipping champagne and surrounded by beautiful women. Throughout the song, he flexes his bravado, asserting his dominance with each boast. However, towards the end, the song ends on a somewhat sardonic note - a reminder that things can easily get out of hand.


Overall, the lyrics of "Party and Bullshit" reflect the persona of a rapper who is joyfully embracing his newfound success, while also acknowledging the darker parts of his past and present.


Line by Line Meaning

I was a terror since the public school era
I was a troublesome person since my early schooling days.


Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
I used to ditch classes and sneak in the bathrooms to touch girls inappropriately.


Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked weed every day without fail.


Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I was an overweight black person making waves since the age of thirteen.


I used to have the tre` duce
I carried a .32 caliber handgun in the past.


And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
I also had a .22 caliber gun in my jacket pocket.


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


Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
I was chilling and smoking weed before my performances.


And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
My friends and I wore cool sneakers and always stuck together.


Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk and hang out with me.


But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
We are only interested in attending and knowing the location of the latest party.


And can i bring my gat?
I want to know if I could take my gun with me.


If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I can't bring my gun along, I hope I don't end up getting shot for not having it.


But i throw my vest on my chest
I wear a bulletproof vest to protect myself.


'Cause niggaz is a mess
Other black people can be erratic and unpredictable.


It don't take nothin' but frontin'
People only need to show disrespect to me to trigger my anger.


For me to start somethin'
I will easily get into fights.


Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
I harass and bark at other black people, like hunting for ducks.


Dumbing out, just me and my crew
My friends and I are letting loose and having fun.


Cause all we wanna do is...
We only want to do two things - party and engage in meaningless conversations.


Bullshit ... And party, and... (x9)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
I receive love and respect from girls and rough guys.


Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
I have encountered someone I know from my old neighborhood.


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


Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
Yes, I have two .22 caliber guns hidden in my shoes.


Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
Call me if you need me, I'm in the building.


Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
I wander around to check out the girls in the party.


Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY
I drink expensive champagne, flirt with a lot of girls, and nobody can stop me because I'm an influential person known for my high status.


Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
If someone disrespects you, I will support you and take your side.


Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
If you need a gun, I can lend you one.


It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
It's evident that I'm the best rapper in the east coast.


Nigga you scared you're supposed to
If you're scared, that's normal.


Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart
I scare and intimidate people with my words and actions.


Fuck up the party before it even start
I'm capable of ruining the event before it even gets started.


Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff
I'm highly intoxicated on Hennessy and other drinks.


Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!
I will beat someone up with ease.


Bitches in the back looking righteous
Girls are at the back, looking good and respectable.


In a tight dress, i think i might just
They are wearing provocative clothes, causing me to think about lustful things.


Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
I will teach her the basics of gun-wielding and self-defense.


And have fun with Jamaician rum
We will drink alcohol made in Jamaica and have fun with it.


Conversations, blunts in rotation
We will talk while passing around marijuana blunts.


My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
My friend, Big Jacques, carries a Glock pistol in his waistband.


we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We are smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and causing the prostitutes to think about joining us.


If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
If having a lot of money is considered bad, then I must be terrible.


Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
I'm charming, and the hookers love me and do whatever I say.


She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
One girl grabbed my arm and asked me to leave peacefully.


I'm hittin' skins again
I'm having sex again.


Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
I smoked another blunt and bought a beer brand called Heineken.


Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
People start acting aggressively and violently, and someone gets choked.


Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People started punching and hitting each other, leading to a fight.


"Yo chill, man, chill!"
I intervene in the conflict and yell at them to cool down.


Can't we just all get along?
I'm asking if we can stop fighting and be peaceful.


So i can put hickies on her chest like Lil' Shaun
If everyone gets along, I can keep hanging out with a girl and leave marks on her chest as a sign of intimacy.


Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
I will get her highly intoxicated on expensive champagne called Dom Perignon.


And it's on, and I'm gone
We will continue partying, and I will leave soon.


Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
This is repeated, and Junior Mafia approves of it.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
This is repeated, and people from Uptown like it.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
This is repeated, and people from Bad Boy approves of it.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
This is repeated, and people from Brooklyn Crew approves of it.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
This is repeated, and people from Third Eye approves of it.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit,
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew.


and Party... and Bullshit, (Repeats until fade out)
This is repeated to emphasize the primary goals of my crew until the song ends.




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