Party & Bullshit
The Notorious B. I. G./Musicfire.in Lyrics

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.