Party and Bullshit (Club Dirty)

Here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go

I was a terror since the public school era

Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses

Smoking blunts was a daily routine

Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene

I used to have the tres duce

And the duce, duce in my bubble goose

Now I got the 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

But I throw my vest on my chest 'cause niggaz is a mess

It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'

Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like I was duck huntin'

Dumbing out, just me and my crew

'Cause all we wanna do is

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks

Seen my man Spade that I knew from the projects

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece

Sure do, two twenty two'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

Niggaz wanna front, who got your back?

(Biggie)

Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat?

(Biggie)

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose

So nigga you scared you're supposed to

Nigga, I told ya, put fear in your heart

Fuck up the party before it even start

Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff

Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and

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

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 nigga 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

Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

Can't we just all get along?

So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn

Get her pissy drunk off the Dom Perrignon

And it's on and I'm gone, that's that

Party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(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 and party and bullshit