Where's the Party At? (Explicit)

Where's the Party At? (Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics by：C.G.L. Wallace

Composed by：C.G.L. Wallace

Here we go go go go

Here we go go go go

Here we go go go go

Here we go

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 n***a 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 n***as is a mess

It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something

Bugging and bucking at n***as like I was duck hunting

Dumbing out just me and my crew

'Cause all we wanna do is

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

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 22s 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

N***as wanna front who got your back biggie

N***as wanna flex who got the gat biggie

It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose

N***a you scared you're supposed to

N***a I toast ya put fear in your heart

F**k up the party before it even start

Pissy drunk off the henny and skunk

On some brand nubian s**t beating down punks

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And

B***hes 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 n***a 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

N***as start to loc out a kid got choked out

Blows was thrown and a f**king 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

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party and bulls**t

And party