text: I was a terror since the public school era
  Bathroom 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 dont get shot
  But i throw my vest on my chest
  Cause niggas is a mess
  It dont take nothin but frontin
  For me to start somethin
  Buggin and barkin at niggas like i was duck huntin
  Dumbing out, just me and my crew
  Cause all we wanna do is...
  Chorus:
  Party... And bullshit, and... 
  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 .22s in my shoes
  Holler if you need me love im in the house
  Roam and strollin see what the honeys is about
  Moet popping, hoe hopping, aint no stopping Big Poppa, Im a BAD BOY
  Niggas wanna front, who got your back?
  Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat?
  It aint hard to tell Im the east coast overdoser
  Nigga you scared youre 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
  Were 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 Lets leave calm
  Im hittin skins again
  Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
  Niggas start to look 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!]
  Cant we just all get along?
  So i can put hickies on her chest like Lil Shawn
  Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
  And its on, and Im gone
  Thats that
  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
  Repeats until fade out