The Notorious B.I.G. - Party And Bullsh** lyrics

I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom pa**es, cuttin cla**es, squeezing a**es Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby n***a on the scene I used to have the tre' duce And the duce duce in my bubblegoose Now i got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin 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 But i throw my vest on my chest 'cause n***az is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at n***az like i was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is... Chorus: Party... and bullsh**, and... (x9) Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man sei that i knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if i had my peice Sure do, two .22's in my shoes Holler if you need me love i'm in the house Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, i'm a bad boy n***az wanna front, who got your back? (biggie!) n***az 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 toast ya, put fear in your heart f** up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the henny and stuff Or some brand-nubian sh** beatin' down punks! Chorus 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 jamaician rum Conversations, blunts in rotation My man big jacques got the glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad than this n***a biggie stinking Is it my charm? i got the hookers eatin out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "let's leave calm" I'm hittin' skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken n***az start to loke 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 li'l shawn Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon And it's on, and i'm gone That's that. [chorus w/ puff talking after selected lines] Party... and bullsh**, (party.) And party... and bullsh**, (bullsh**.) And party... and bullsh**, (party.) And party... and bullsh**, (bullsh**.) And party... and bullsh**, (yea... junior mafia likes that.) And party... and bullsh**, And party... and bullsh**, (uptown likes that.) And party... and bullsh**, And party... and bullsh**, (bad boy likes that.) And party... and bullsh**, And party... and bullsh**, (brooklyn crew likes that.) And party... and bullsh**, And party... and bullsh**, (third eye likes that.) And party... and bullsh**, [repeats until fade out]