Lyrics Party and Bulls**t (Soundtrack Version) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Here we go, go (come on)
Here we go, go (come on)
Here we go, go (come on)
Here we go

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing a-
Smoking bl- was a daily routine
Since 13, a chubby n- on the scene
I used to have the trey-deuce
And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now I got the M- in my knapsack
Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
With my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks

Honeys wanna chat
But all we wanna know is where the party at?
And can I bring my g-?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But I throw my vest on my chest
'Cause n- is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at n- like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is

And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bullsh-
And-

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sage 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 stroll, see what the honeys is about
Moet poppin', h- hoppin', ain't no stoppin'
Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)

N- wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
N- wanna flex, who got the g-? (Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose
N- you scared you're supposed to
N-, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
F- up the party before it even start
Pissy d-, off the Henny and sk-
Or some Brand Nubian sh- beatin' down punks

And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bullsh-
And-

B- 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, bl- in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the Glock in his waist and
We're smokin', drinkin', got the h- thinkin'

If money smell bad than this n- Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the h- eatin' out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins again
Rolled up another bl-, bought a Heineken
N- start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a f- fight broke out

Yo, yo, what's up Big? Ay, ay, yo
Yo, Big what's up? Yo, Big what's up?
Yo, Big what's up?
Chill, yo, chill, man, chill

Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy dr- off of Don Pérignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that

And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-

And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bull-
And party and bullsh-
And party and bullsh-
And party and bullsh-
And party and bullsh-
And party and bullsh-