I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing $$#es
Smoking blunts was a daily routine

Since thirteen, a chubby ^!$$% on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose

Now i got a mac 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
Better throw my vest on my chest
'Cause ^!$$%z is a mess

It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at ^!$$%z like i was duck huntin'

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...


Chorus:
Party... And bull%#@!, 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
^!$$%z wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
^!$$%z wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
^!$$% you scared you're supposed to
^!$$% I told ya, put fear in your heart

$#&@ up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or some brand-nubian %#@! beatin' down punks!


Chorus


(*##$es 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
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 ^!$$% 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

^!$$%z start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a $#&@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 Bull%#@!, (Party.)

and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Bull%#@!.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Party.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Bull%#@!.)

and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!,
and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Uptown likes that.)

and Party... and Bull%#@!,
and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Bad Boy likes that.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!,
and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!,

and Party... and Bull%#@!, (Third Eye likes that.)
and Party... and Bull%#@!,
[Repeats until fade out],