Where's the Party At? (Explicit)

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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