Party & Bullshit
The Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac Lyrics
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Here we go, come on
Here we go (here we go), come on
Here we go
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I used to have the trey-deuce
And the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose
Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
With my sidekicks rocking 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
Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit, and
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (no question)
Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Moët popping, ho hopping
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)
Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
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 skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit, and
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
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad, then this nigga Big is stinkin'
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
"Yo, chill, man, chill"
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (yeah)
And party and bullshit (Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Uptown likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Bad Boy likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (Brooklyn Crew likes to)
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit (3rd Eye likes to)
The lyrics to The Notorious B.I.G.'s song Party Bullshit & Jump are about the rapper's experiences as a young man, living in poverty and seeking out parties and other forms of entertainment as a way to escape his troubled surroundings. The first verse describes his rebellious behavior in school, skipping class, and engaging in sexual misconduct. He also talks about his love for smoking marijuana since he was thirteen years old. The verse concludes with the rapper stating he is only interested in finding out where the next party is taking place and who has a gun to protect themselves.
The second verse reflects on Biggie's gangster persona, with him carrying two .22s in his shoes, while partying with his friends who are also carrying weapons. He describes drinking and smoking heavily while at parties, leading to fights and chaos. The rapper also talks about his charms with women, leading them to eat out of his hand. He eventually leaves the party after getting drunk and high, and the song ends with him repeating the chorus.
Line by Line Meaning
I was a terror since the public school era
I had been causing trouble since my early school days
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I would skip class and mess around in the bathroom or flirt with girls
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I would smoke marijuana every day
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I had been around since age 13 and was overweight
I used to have the tre' duce
I used to own a .32 caliber gun
And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
I also owned a .22 caliber gun
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
Now I carry a MAC-10 machine gun with me
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
I hang out and smoke weed while I'm performing on stage
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I have my friends with me, who are also wearing expensive shoes
Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to me
But all we want to know is 'where the party at?'
But all we care about is finding the location of the party
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 nothing bad happens to me
Betta throw my vest on my chest
I better put on my bullet-proof vest
Cause niggas is a mess
Because other guys can be violent and unpredictable
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
It doesn't take much for me to get angry and start trouble
For me to start somethin'
For me to initiate a fight
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
I'm acting aggressive and confrontational towards other guys
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
We're just hanging out, not really doing anything productive
Cause all we want to do is
Because all we really care about is
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Girls are giving me hugs and tough guys are giving me respect
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
I saw someone I knew from my old neighborhood
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 my gun
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
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 inside the party
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
I'm walking around, checking out the girls
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, I'm a bad boy
I'm drinking expensive champagne, hanging out with girls, and feeling unstoppable
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
If someone wants to start trouble, they will have to deal with me (Biggie)
Niggas want to flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
If someone wants to show off, I have my gun (Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
It's obvious that I'm the best on the east coast (referring to rapping)
Nigga you scared you're supposed to
If you're scared of me, that's expected
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 ruin the party before it even gets started
Pissy drunk, off the henny and stuff
I am very drunk from drinking Hennessy
Or some brand-Nubian shit beatin' down punks!
I will beat up anyone who messes with me (referring to the rap group Brand Nubian)
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
Bitches in the back looking righteous
There are attractive girls in the back of the party
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Wearing a tight dress, which makes me consider flirting with her
Hit her with a little biggie 101, how to tote a gun
I will teach her the basics of carrying a gun (as a way to impress her)
And have fun with Jamaican rum
We can enjoy drinking Jamaican rum together
Conversations, blunts in rotation
We're talking and sharing joints of marijuana
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're smoking and drinking, making the prostitute wonder what we're up to
If money smell bad than this nigga biggie stinking
If you think money is a bad thing, then you won't like me (Biggie)
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Are the prostitutes attracted to me because of my charm?
She grabbed my arm and said 'let's leave calm'
She grabbed me and asked me to leave the party peacefully
I'm hittin' skins again
I'm having sex again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
I rolled a joint and bought a Heineken beer
Niggas start to loke out, a kid got choked out
People start to panic and one guy got choked (possibly to death)
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
People started fighting
Can't we just all get along?
Can't we just be friends?
So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawn
So I can give her love bites on her chest like rapper Lil Shawn
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
And the party continues without me, because I have left
That's that.
That's the end of the song.
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob West, Hal Davis, Willie Hutch, Berry Gordy Jr, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey
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