Party and Bullshit (2008 Remaster) (Explicit) (2008 Remaster|Explicit)

Party And Bulls**t (Explicit) - Spare019
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 ni**a 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 b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
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 ni**a you scared you're supposed to
Ni**a I told ya put fear in your heart
F**k up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk off the Henny and stuff
Or some brand-nubian sh*t beatin' down punks
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And
B**ches 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 h****r thinking
If money smell bad than this ni**a 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 f**king 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 b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
And party and b******t and party and b******t
Junior Mafia likes that
And party and b******t and party and b******t
Uptown likes that
And party and b******t and party and b******t
Bad Boy likes that
And party and b******t and party and b******t
Brooklyn Crew likes that
And party and b******t and party and b******t
Third Eye likes that
And party and b******t and party and b******t