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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Notorious Big
Песня: Party and bullshit
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Notorious Big – Party and bullshit 0Bathroom 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] |
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