The Notorious B.I.G.
앨범 : NOTORIOUS Music From and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture

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 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
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
Fuck 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 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
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
then 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 fucking fight broke out
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 Perignon
And it's on and I'm gone
That's that
party and bullshit and party
and bullshit and party
and bullshit and party
and bullshit and party
and bullshit and party
Junior MAFIA like to
Uptown likes to
Bad Boy likes to
Brooklyn Crew likes to
3rd Eye likes to