Andre Harrell - Party and Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse 1] I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom pa**es, cutting cla**es, squeezing a**es Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby n***a on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose 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 n***as is a mess It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at n***as like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is ... [Hook] Party and bullsh**, and party ... [Verse 2] 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 .22's in my shoes Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about Moet popping, ho hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy n***as wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) n***as wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser n***a you scared you're supposed to n***a, I told ya, put fear in your heart f** up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian sh** beating down punks [Hook] [Verse 3] b**hes 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 n***a Biggie stinking 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 n***as start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a f**ing 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 Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that... [Hook] [Puffy] Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to... Uptown likes to... Bad Boy likes to... Brooklyn Crew likes to... 3rd Eye likes to... Mo Bee likes to... We like to...