Karaoké Party & Bullshit The Notorious B.I.G.

I was a terror since the public school era

Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes

Squeezin' asses

Smokin' blunts was a daily routine

Since thirteen

A chubby nigga on the scene

I used to have the trey-deuce and the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose now I got the MAC in my knapsack

Loungin' black

Smokin' sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks

With my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks

Honeys wanna 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 'cos niggas is a mess

It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'

Buggin' and buckin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'

Dumbin' out just me and my crew 'cos all we wanna do is

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 twenty-twos in my shoes

Holler if you need me love

I'm in the house

Roam and stroll

See what the honeys is about

Moët poppin', ho hoppin'

Ain't no stoppin' Big Poppa

I'm a Bad Boy

Niggas wanna front

Who got your back

Niggas wanna flex

Who got the gat

It ain't hard to tell

I'm the East Coast overdose

Oh 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 skunk

On some Brand Nubian shit beatin' down punks

That's that

Bitches in the back lookin' righteous

In a tight dress

I think I might just

Hit her with a little

Biggie One-O-One

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 smokin', drinkin'

Got the hooker thinkin'

If money smell bad then this nigga Biggie stinkin'

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

Niggas start to loc out

A kid got choked out

Blows was thrown and a fuckin' 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 Pérignon

And it's on and I'm gone, that's that

Yeah

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