Party and Bullsh*t lyrics

[Intro: Doug E Fresh. & Slick Rick sample]
"Here we go, go, go, c'mon"
"Here we go, go, c'mon"
"Here we go, go," "Here we go, c'mon"
"Now here we go"

[Verse 1: Notorious BIG, (Puff Daddy)]
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 n*gga on the scene – (Yeah...)
I used to have the tré-deuce and the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
Now I got the Mac in my knapsack (That's right... that's right...)
Lounging, black – smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
With my sidekicks (A-heh...), 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 n*ggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at n*ggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is...

[Chorus: crowd, (Doug E Fresh & Slick Rick sample)]
Party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t, and
("Now here--")
[Verse 2: Notorious BIG, (Puff Daddy), and crowd]
Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks
Seen my man Cey that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (No question)
Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Moët popping, ho hopping
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy (That's right)
n*ggas wanna front? Who got ya back? BIGGIE!
n*ggas wanna flex? Who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdoser
n*gga, ya scared? You're supposed to
n*gga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
f*ck up the party before it even start
p*ssy drunk, off of Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian sh*t, beating down punks

[Chorus]
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon") (That's that–)
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
("Now here we go, go, go, c'mon")
And party and –
[Verse 3: Notorious BIG, (Puff Daddy)]
b*tches 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' (Hm...)
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinkin'
"If money smell bad, then this n*gga Biggie stinkin'!" (Pshh...)
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 (Yes, please...)
n*ggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a f*cking fight broke out

[Break]
{*music stops*}
[Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo, chill, man, chill!"]

[Bridge]
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her p*ssy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on! And I'm gone!
That's that–
[Chorus]
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t
(Now here we go, go, go, c'mon)
And party and bullsh*t and party and bullsh*t

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
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