| I was a terror since the public school era
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| Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
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| Smoking blunts was a daily routine
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| Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
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| I used to have the trey-deuce
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| And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
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| Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
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| Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks
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| With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
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| Honeys want to chat
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| But all we wanna know is where the party at
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| And can I bring my gat?
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| If not, I hope I don’t get shot
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| Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess
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| It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
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| Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
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| Dumbing out, just me and my crew
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| Cause all we wanna do is …
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| Party and bullshit, and party …
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| Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
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| Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
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| Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
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| Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
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| Holler if you need me, love, I’m in the house
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| Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about
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| Moet popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy
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| Niggas wanna front, who got your back? |
| (Biggie!)
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| Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? |
| (Biggie!)
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| It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser
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| Nigga you scared you’re supposed to
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| Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart
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| Fuck up the party before it even start
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| Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
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| On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
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| Bitches in the back looking righteous
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| In a tight dress, I think I might just
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| Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
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| And have fun with Jamaican rum
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| Conversation, blunts in rotation
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| My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
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| We’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
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| If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking
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| Is it my charm? |
| I got the hookers eating out my palm
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| She grabbed my arm and said «Let's leave calm»
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| I’m hitting skins again
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| Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
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| Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
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| Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
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| Can’t we just all get along?
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| So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
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| Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
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| And it’s on, and I’m gone
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| That’s that…
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| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| like to…
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| Uptown likes to…
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| Bad Boy likes to…
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| Brooklyn Crew likes to…
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| 3rd Eye likes to… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party&bullshit , by - dela. Song from the album Atmosphere Airlines Vol.2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп