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 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 niggaz is a mess
 It don't take nothin' but frontin'
 For me to start somethin'
 Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
 Dumbing out, just me and my crew
 Cause all we wanna do is...

 Chorus:
 Party... And bullshit, 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
 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 overdoser
 Nigga you scared you're supposed to
 Nigga I toast 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!

 Chorus

 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 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 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

 [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 Bullshit, (Party.)
 and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
 and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
 and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
 and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... 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,
 [Repeats until fade out