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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
Berry Gordy Jr.
Songwriter
Bob West
Songwriter
Hal David
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buttnaked Tim Dawg
Co-Producer
James Earl Jones, Jr.
Co-Producer
Andre Harrell
Executive Producer
Mark Siegel Associate
Executive Producer
P. Diddy
Executive Producer
Easy Mo Bee
Producer
Jonnie "Most" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathrooms passes, cutting class, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since 13, a chubby **** on the scene
I used to have the tre' deuce, and a deuce deuce
In my bubble goose
Now I got the MAC in my napsack
Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
With my sidekicks, rocking fly kicks
Honey's wanna chat but all we want know
Is where the party at?
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Better throw my vest on my chest
'Cause **** is a mess
It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at **** like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
[Verse 2]
(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party, and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And)
[Verse 3]
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
See my man C that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
Hollar if you need me love, I'm in the house
Roam and stroll, see what they honeys is about
Moet popping, ho hopping
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a Bad Boy
**** wanna front, who got your back (Biggie)
**** wanna flex, who got the gat (Biggie)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdoser
**** you scared, you're supposed to
**** I told ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party, before it even start
Pissy drunk off of Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit, beating down punks
[Verse 4]
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And)
[Verse 5]
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her will a little Biggie 101
How to tote a gun, and have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jock, got the Glock in his waist
And we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad then this **** Big is stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, let's leave calm
I'm hitting skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
**** start to loc out, a kid got chocked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
[Verse 6]
Yo chill man, chill!
[Verse 7]
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on and I'm gone, that's that
[Verse 8]
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)
(And party and bullshit, and party and bullshit)...
Written by: Berry Gordy Jr., Bob West, Hal David, Osten Harvey, The Notorious B.I.G., Willie Hutch