The Band formed in 1994 by Rektivianto Yoewono, Aditya Bagja Mulyana, Farri Icksan Wibisana and Donar Armando Ekana. From 1994 - 2002 is a period of formation. In this period, they met each other, played and hung up together, fought each other, rehearsed a lot, and wrote their song.
In 2004, The S.I.G.I.T. signed to Spills Records and released their self titled debut mini album (EP) and performed many bar gigs and venue. Their first single, Soul Sister soon became a local radio hits in Bandung and Jakarta, made reputated on MTV Trax Magazine as “The Hottest Rock N Roll Band”.
By contributing on movie soundtrack for Catatan Akhir Sekolah (CAS), their fanbase grow rapidly. Did I Ask Your Opinion, which appeared as OST on former movie, finally became their first single to be broadcasted on MTV-I. After leaving Spills Records, they begun to spread their stage performance to bigger venue and region.
The Party
The S.I.G.I.T 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 S.I.G.I.T's song "The Party" is an ode to the West Coast party lifestyle. The first verse sets the tone, with the singer declaring that there is no party like a West Coast party, and their love for the people on the West Coast. The chorus reinforces this idea, emphasizing the importance of drinking, smoking, and having fun all night long. The second verse features rap lyrics, which describe the high life on the West Coast, name dropping Biggie, Snoop Dogg, and the House of Blues. The final verse talks about spending a week on Venice Beach, and again emphasizes the never-ending party lifestyle.
The lyrics of "The Party" can be interpreted as a celebration of the West Coast lifestyle. The singer is declaring their love for the people, the culture, and the party atmosphere. The use of rap lyrics in the second verse highlights the importance of hip hop culture in the West Coast scene. The repetition of the chorus emphasizes the non-stop nature of the party lifestyle. Overall, the song presents a positive image of the West Coast lifestyle, one of fun, music, and camaraderie.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all niggas is a mess
You all are disorganized and chaotic individuals.
Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA props
Believing that I will stop showing appreciation for Los Angeles.
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
There is no celebration like one held on the West Coast of the United States.
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
The celebration will continue without interruption.
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
During our events held on the West Coast.
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
Drinking and smoking throughout the entire night.
We keep it funky on the West Coast
We maintain an enjoyable and exciting atmosphere on the West Coast.
(They gon' keep it funky on the West Side)
(Our group will continue to maintain an enjoyable and exciting atmosphere on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
I have affection for individuals from the West Coast.
When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
As soon as the high from marijuana hits you, the lyrics will completely capture your attention.
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
The music is so excellent that it could possibly blow one's mind.
Either I'm with ya or against ya
I am either supporting or opposing someone in the situation.
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
I sent someone on a job and they need to go through a complex path to accomplish it.
The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze
The complex path is overwhelming, I am smoking weed, and I will impress everyone.
Smokin' while you're loccin' with some California A's
While someone is showing off and smoking marijuana, I am also smoking marijuana from California.
Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in
Biggie and I will do what we do best and execute it together.
Sippin' gin with the Hen in the alleyway
Drinking gin and Hennessy in the back alleyway.
Bangin' the Cali way
Having a good time in the manner of California.
Talking to the rap inventor
Having a conversation with the person credited with inventing rap music.
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
An individual who is skillful in the musical field, with an excellent bottle of liquor.
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Write my name accurately, B-I, double-G, I-E.
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
Rich with jewelry, no lights, and Cease-a-Leo and I are in attendance.
S-N-double O-P, big D-O
Snoop Dogg, big D-O.
Old school nigga, '84 El Camino
A man of an older generation and driving a 1984 Chevrolet El Camino.
LBC know, we love Biggie though
The community of Long Beach, California is aware that we love Biggie Smalls.
I.E.Y. in even Bernadino
I.E.Y. represents the cities of I.E. (Inland Empire) and the county of San Bernardino.
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Returning to California, specifically for the climate.
Women and the weed, sticky green
Ladies and marijuana, high-quality marijuana.
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
These are seedless marijuana buds, so do not worry. Also, I am a tough guy.
Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
People always die in the neighborhood without retaining love for each other.
Y'all know I'm from the West, I'm the king to be exact
Everyone is aware that I hail from the West Coast and I am the precise ruler.
You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack
When you are seeking high-quality marijuana buds, you better communicate with me.
I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball
I have it all, all you need to do is make a call, I won't delay and satisfy your request.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
During all seasons of the year.
Listen to me, holla at ya dogg
Please take instructions from me, contact me, my friend.
Words of the clever, forever multiply
Intelligent words continue to spread and develop forever.
Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly
Individuals of similar character further developing one another.
Perfection, selection
Attaining the utmost excellence and selectively focusing on that.
This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection
This is a partnership between Biggie Smalls and the Dogg Pound Gangsta Crips.
I'mma spell my name one more time, check it
I will reiterate how to properly write my name.
It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
This spelling is N-O, T-O, R-I, O.
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
You are inferior; stay out of the fold, slow down.
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do!
Having a drink inside the House of Blues, what's the deal?
Spend about a week, on Venice Beach
Stay a week on the Venice Beach, California.
Don't you wanna ride with me?
Would you like to accompany me?
People come and ride with me
Individuals will join me on the ride,
To the West Side Party, on the West Coast
To the West Coast celebration.
Know you wanna ride with me
You probably want to accompany me.
Don't you wanna ride?
Would you like to go on a drive?
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
There is no celebration like one held on the West Coast of the United States.
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
The celebration will continue without interruption.
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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