Party and Bullshit (2008 Remaster)

作词 : Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Willie Hutch/Bob West/Berry Gordy Jr./Osten Harvey

作曲 : Hal David/Notorious B.I.G./Willie Hutch/Bob West/Berry Gordy Jr./Osten Harvey

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)

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