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the notorious b.i.g. - party and bullshit (ratatat remix) كلمات الأغنية

[biggie]

i was a terror since the public school era
bathroom p-sses, cuttin cl-sses, squeezing -sses
smoking blunts was a daily routine
since thirteen, a chubby n-gg- on the scene
i used to have the tre` duce
and the duce duce in my bubblegoose
now i got the mack 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 n-gg-s is a mess
it don’t take nothin’ but frontin’
for me to start somethin’
buggin’ and barkin’ at n-gg-s like i was duck huntin’
dumbing out, just me and my crew
cause all we wanna do is…

chorus:
party… and bullsh-t, and… (x9)

[biggie]

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
n-gg-s wanna front, who got your back?
n-gg-s wanna flex, who got the gat?
it ain’t hard to tell i’m the east coast overdoser
n-gg- you scared you’re supposed to
n-gg- i toast ya, put fear in your heart
f-ck up the party before it even start
p-ssy drunk, off the henny and stuff
or some brand-nubian sh-t beatin’ down punks!

chorus (x9)

[biggie]

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 jamaician 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 n-gg- 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
n-gg-s start to look out, a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a f-cking fight broke out

[music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
biggie breaks it up yelling “yo chill, man, chill!”]

[biggie]

can’t we just all get along?
so i can put hickies on her chest like li’l shawn
get her p-ssy drunk off of don perrignon
and it’s on, and i’m gone
that’s that

[chorus w/ puff daddy talking after selected lines]

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
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

repeats until fade out

- the notorious b i g

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