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7 years ago
I was a terror since the public school eraBathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing assesSmoking blunts was a daily routineSince thirteen, a chubby nigga on the sceneI used to have the tre' duceAnd the duce duce in my bubble-gooseNow I got the mack in my knapsackLoungin' black, smoking sacks up in actsAnd sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicksHoneys want to chatBut all we want to know is "where the party at?"And can I bring my gat?If not, I hope I don't get shotBetta throw my vest on my chestCause niggas is a messIt don't take nothin' but frontin'For me to start somethin'Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'Dumbing out, just me and my crewCause all we want to do isParty, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecksSeen my man see that I knew from the projectsSaid he had beef, asked me if I had my pieceSure do, two .22's in my shoesHoller if you need me love I'm in the houseRoam and strollin' see what the honeys is aboutMoet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping big poppa, I'm a bad boyNiggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)Niggas want to flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoserNigga you scared you're supposed toNigga I toast ya, put fear in your heartFuck up the party before it even startPissy drunk, off the henny and stuffOr some brand-Nubian shit beatin' down punks!Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]Bitches in the back looking righteousIn a tight dress, I think I might justHit her with a little biggie 101, how to tote a gunAnd have fun with Jamaican rumConversations, blunts in rotationMy man big Jacques got the glock in his waist andWe're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinkingIf money smell bad than this nigga biggie stinkingIs it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palmShe grabbed my arm and said "let's leave calm"I'm hittin' skins againRolled up another blunt, bought a HeinekenNiggas start to loke out, a kid got choked outBlows was thrown and a fucking fight broke outCan't we just all get along?So I can put hickies on her chest like lil' shawnGet her pissy drunk off of don perrignonAnd it's on, and I'm goneThat's that.Party, and bullshit, (party.)And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)And party, and bullshit, (party.)And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)And party, and bullshit,And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)And party, and bullshit,And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)And party, and bullshit,And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)And party, and bullshit,And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)And party, and bullshit [Repeats]