Party And Bullshit Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

C♯ A F♯ G♯

C♯I was a terror since the Apublic school era

F♯Bathroom passes, cuttin G♯classes, squeezing asses

C♯Smoking blunts was a Adaily routine

Since F♯thirteen, a chubby G♯nigga on the scene

C♯I used to have the tre` duce

AAnd the duce duce in my F♯bubblegoose

Now i got the G♯mack in my knapsack

C♯Loungin' black, smoking Asacks up in acts

And F♯sidekicks with my G♯sidekicks rockin fly kicks

C♯Honeys want to chat

ABut all we wanna know is "Where the F♯party at?"

And can i G♯bring my gat?

C♯If not, I hope I don't Aget shot

Better throw my F♯vest on my chest

'Cause G♯niggas is a mess

It C♯don't take nothin' but Afrontin'

For me to F♯start somethin'

G♯Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like i was duck huntin'

C♯Dumbing out, just Ame and my crew

Cause aF♯ll we wanna do is... G♯

Chorus

C♯Party... And Abullshit, and.F♯.. (x9) G♯

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 .22's in my shoes

Holler if you need me love i'm in the house

Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about

Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY

Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)

Niggaz 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 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

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 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

Niggaz start to loke 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 Li'l Shawn

Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon

And it's on, and I'm gone

that's that.

repeat chorus x2