I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the Mac in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rocking 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 Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is… Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) 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 piece 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 popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) Niggas 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 you, put fear in your heart **** up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) 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 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 than this nigga Biggie 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 Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a ****ing fight broke out [“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 drunk off of Dom Perrignon And it’s on, and I’m gone That’s that… Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) 拜拉席恩
[00:09.33]I was a terror since the public school era [00:11.87]Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses [00:14.46]Smoking blunts was a daily routine [00:16.46]Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene [00:19.05]I used to have the trey-deuce [00:20.39]And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose [00:22.18]Now I got the Mac in my knapsack [00:23.97]Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks [00:26.82]With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks [00:28.50]Honeys want to chat [00:29.85]But all we wanna know is where the party at [00:31.97]And can I bring my gat? [00:33.38]If not, I hope I don’t get shot [00:35.14]Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess [00:38.16]It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something [00:40.84]Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting [00:43.26]Dumbing out, just me and my crew [00:45.47]Cause all we wanna do is… [00:46.96]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) [01:06.92]Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks [01:09.65]Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects [01:12.16]Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece [01:14.50]Sure do, two .22’s in my shoes [01:16.83]Holler if you need me love I’m in the house [01:19.00]Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about [01:21.34]Moet popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy [01:26.36]Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) [01:28.73]Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) [01:31.04]It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser [01:33.54]Nigga you scared you’re supposed to [01:35.42]Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart [01:37.98]**** up the party before it even start [01:40.52]Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk [01:42.82]On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks [01:45.30]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) [02:04.60]Bitches in the back looking righteous [02:06.52]In a tight dress, I think I might just [02:09.21]Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun [02:12.64]And have fun with Jamaican rum [02:14.51]Conversation, blunts in rotation [02:16.60]My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and [02:18.95]We’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking [02:21.32]If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking [02:24.05]Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm [02:26.69]She grabbed my arm and said “Let’s leave calm” [02:29.20]I’m hitting skins again [02:30.85]Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken [02:33.06]Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out [02:35.90]Blows was thrown and a ****ing fight broke out [02:46.04][“Yo chill, man, chill!”] [02:47.87]Can’t we just all get along? [02:49.34]So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn [02:51.87]Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Perrignon [02:54.72]And it’s on, and I’m gone [02:56.75]That’s that… [02:58.02]Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) [03:34.23]拜拉席恩
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