Party And Bullshit
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since 13, a chubby nigga 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 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…
Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
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
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 overdoser
Nigga you scared you’re supposed to
Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart
**** up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
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 than this nigga 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
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a ****ing 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 Perrignon
And it’s on, and I’m gone
That’s that…
Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
拜拉席恩
Party And BullshitLRC歌词
[00:09.33]I was a terror since the public school era
[00:11.87]Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
[00:14.46]Smoking blunts was a daily routine
[00:16.46]Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
[00:19.05]I used to have the trey-deuce
[00:20.39]And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
[00:22.18]Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
[00:23.97]Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks
[00:26.82]With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
[00:28.50]Honeys want to chat
[00:29.85]But all we wanna know is where the party at
[00:31.97]And can I bring my gat?
[00:33.38]If not, I hope I don’t get shot
[00:35.14]Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess
[00:38.16]It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
[00:40.84]Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
[00:43.26]Dumbing out, just me and my crew
[00:45.47]Cause all we wanna do is…
[00:46.96]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
[01:06.92]Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
[01:09.65]Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
[01:12.16]Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
[01:14.50]Sure do, two .22’s in my shoes
[01:16.83]Holler if you need me love I’m in the house
[01:19.00]Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about
[01:21.34]Moet popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy
[01:26.36]Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
[01:28.73]Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
[01:31.04]It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser
[01:33.54]Nigga you scared you’re supposed to
[01:35.42]Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart
[01:37.98]**** up the party before it even start
[01:40.52]Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
[01:42.82]On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
[01:45.30]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
[02:04.60]Bitches in the back looking righteous
[02:06.52]In a tight dress, I think I might just
[02:09.21]Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
[02:12.64]And have fun with Jamaican rum
[02:14.51]Conversation, blunts in rotation
[02:16.60]My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
[02:18.95]We’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
[02:21.32]If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
[02:24.05]Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
[02:26.69]She grabbed my arm and said “Let’s leave calm”
[02:29.20]I’m hitting skins again
[02:30.85]Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
[02:33.06]Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
[02:35.90]Blows was thrown and a ****ing fight broke out
[02:46.04][“Yo chill, man, chill!”]
[02:47.87]Can’t we just all get along?
[02:49.34]So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
[02:51.87]Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Perrignon
[02:54.72]And it’s on, and I’m gone
[02:56.75]That’s that…
[02:58.02]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)
[03:34.23]拜拉席恩
