| I was a terror since the public school era
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| Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
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| Smoking blunts was a daily routine
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| Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
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| I used to have the tre` duce
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| And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
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| Now i got the mack in my knapsack
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| Loungin’black, smoking sacks up in acts
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| And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin 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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| But i throw my vest on my chest
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| 'Cause niggaz is a mess
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| It don’t take nothin’but frontin'
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| For me to start somethin'
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| Buggin’and barkin’at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
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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… (x9)
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| Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
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| Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
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| Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
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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 strollin’see what the honeys is about
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| Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a BAD BOY
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| Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? |
| (BIGGIE!)
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| Niggaz 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 Nigga I toast ya, 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 stuff
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| Or some brand-nubian shit beatin’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 Jamaician rum
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| Conversations, blunts in rotation
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| My man Big Jacques 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 than this nigga Biggie stinking
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| Is it my charm? |
| I got the hookers eatin out my palm
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| She grabbed my arm and said Let’s leave calm
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| I’m hittin’skins again
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| Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
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| Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
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| Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
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| [Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
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| Biggie breaks it up yelling Yo chill, man, chill!]
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| Can’t we just all get along?
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| So i can put hickies on her chest like Li’l Shawn
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| Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
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| And it’s on, and I’m gone
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| that’s that.
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| Party… and Bullshit, (Party.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Party.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Yea… Junior Mafia likes that.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit,
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit,
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit,
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit,
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| and Party… and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
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| and Party… and Bullshit, |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where's the Party At? , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Ghetto in the Sky (Junior M.A.F.I.A. Presents), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп