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I was a terror since the public school era |
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Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses |
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Smoking blunts was a daily routine |
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Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene |
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I used to have the trey-deuce |
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And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose |
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Now I got the Mac in my knapsack |
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Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac’s and Sidekicks |
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With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks |
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Honeys want to chat |
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But all we wanna know is where the party at |
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And can I bring my gat? |
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If not, I hope I don’t get shot |
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Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess |
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It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something |
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Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting |
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Dumbing out, just me and my crew |
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Cause all we wanna do is… |
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Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) |
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Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks |
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Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects |
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Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece |
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Sure do, two .22’s in my shoes |
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Holler if you need me love I’m in the house |
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Roam and stroll see what the honeys is about |
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Moet popping, ho hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a Bad Boy |
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Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) |
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Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) |
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It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser |
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Nigga you scared you’re supposed to |
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Nigga, I toast you, put fear in your heart |
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Fuck up the party before it even start |
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Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk |
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On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks |
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Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) |
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Bitches in the back looking righteous |
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In a tight dress, I think I might just |
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Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun |
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And have fun with Jamaican rum |
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Conversation, blunts in rotation |
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My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and |
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We’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking |
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If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking |
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Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm |
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She grabbed my arm and said “Let’s leave calm” |
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I’m hitting skins again |
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Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken |
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Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out |
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Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out |
| [02:46.04][“Yo chill, man, chill!”] |
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Can’t we just all get along? |
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So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn |
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Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Perrignon |
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And it’s on, and I’m gone |
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That’s that… |
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Party… And bullshit, and…(etc) |
