Party And Bullshit
The Nortorious B.I.G Lyrics

I was a terror since the public school era
I have been a problem since I was in public school

Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I would skip class to go to the bathroom and harass people

Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked weed every day

Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I've been around since I was thirteen, and I used to be overweight

I used to have the tre' duce
I used to own a 32 caliber handgun

And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
And a 22 caliber handgun in my coat

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

Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
I hang out and smoke weed in clubs

And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I have friends who are also well-dressed and have nice shoes

Honeys want to chat
Women want to talk to me

But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
But all we care about is where the party is

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

If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I can't bring my gun, I hope I won't get shot

Betta throw my vest on my chest
I should wear my bulletproof vest

Cause niggas is a mess
Because people are unpredictable and dangerous

It don't take nothin' but frontin'
It doesn't take much for someone to start a fight

For me to start somethin'
For me to start a fight

Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
I was shouting at people like I was hunting ducks

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
We act without thinking, just me and my friends

Cause all we want to do is
Because all we want to do is

Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
Party and party and party and party and have a good time

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
I get hugs from women and respect from tough guys

Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
I saw a friend from my old neighborhood

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
He told me he had an issue with someone and asked if I had my gun

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 nearby

Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
I'm walking around to see where the women are

Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, I'm a bad boy
Drinking expensive champagne, partying with multiple women, I can't be stopped, I'm a bad boy

Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
People want to start a fight, who will support you? Me! (Biggie)

Niggas want to flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
People want to show off, who has a gun? Me! (Biggie)

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
It's obvious that I am a dominant figure on the east coast rap scene

Nigga you scared you're supposed to
You're supposed to be scared, that's natural

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 cause trouble and violence before the party even begins

Pissy drunk, off the henny and stuff
Drunk on Hennessy and other alcohol

Or some brand-Nubian shit beatin' down punks!
I'll beat up anyone who gets in my way

[Chorus]
Party and party some more

Bitches in the back looking righteous
Women in the back looking attractive

In a tight dress, I think I might just
Wearing a tight dress, I might flirt with her

Hit her with a little biggie 101, how to tote a gun
Teach her how to use a gun (potentially a sexual double entendre)

And have fun with Jamaican rum
Drink Jamaican rum and have a good time

Conversations, blunts in rotation
Talking and smoking weed

My man big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
My friend Big Jacques has a handgun in his waistband

We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We're smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and attracting prostitutes

If money smell bad than this nigga biggie stinking
If having money is considered bad, then I am a bad person for having it

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Is it my charisma? Prostitutes are attracted to me

She grabbed my arm and said "let's leave calm"
She grabbed my arm and suggested we leave peacefully

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

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Rolling another joint and drinking Heineken beer

Niggas start to loke out, a kid got choked out
People start to get agitated, someone gets choked

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

Can't we just all get along?
Can't we just peacefully coexist?

So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawn
So I can give her love bites like Lil' Shawn

Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
Get her really drunk off of expensive Champagne

And it's on, and I'm gone
And it's time to party and I'm leaving

That's that.
That's the end of the song

Party, and bullshit, (party.)
Party and have fun (party)

And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party and cause trouble (bullshit)

And party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party and have fun (party)

And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party and cause trouble (bullshit)

And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)
And party and cause trouble, Junior Mafia approves

And party, and bullshit,
And party and cause trouble

And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)
And party and cause trouble, Uptown approves

And party, and bullshit,
And party and cause trouble

And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)
And party and cause trouble, Bad Boy Records approves

And party, and bullshit,
And party and cause trouble

And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)
And party and cause trouble, the Brooklyn crew approves

And party, and bullshit,
And party and cause trouble

And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)
And party and cause trouble, the Third Eye group approves

And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
Party and party and party and party and cause trouble