The Notorious B.I.G. – Party and Bullshit Lyrics

Biggie’s solo debut track

The “Party and Bullshit” line is a reference to a song called “When the Revolution Comes” by The Last Poets

Biggie turned the original – which was meant to criticize people who did nothing but party and bullshit – on its head.

Per Bad Boy: The Influence of Sean “Puffy” Combs On the Music Industry, Puffy tried to get Will Smith on a new version of this song intended for Born Again. While no new version made the album, an official remix eventually came out with Biggie’s wife, Faith Evans, singing on the hook.

This was his first and only debut solo single under Uptown Records, after the release of this song, Puffy was fired from Uptown Records, and after that, he took B.I.G. with him and later formed Bad Boy Entertainment with a joint venture with Arista Records.

Party and Bullshit Lyrics by The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse 1]
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 nigga on the scene
I used to have the tré-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 niggas is a mess
It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
‘Cause all we wanna do is
[Hook]
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit

[Verse 2]
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
Moët popping, ho hopping
Ain’t no stopping Big Poppa
I’m a Bad Boy
Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
It ain’t hard to tell, I’m the East Coast overdose
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 beating down punks

Christmas Songs
[Hook]
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit

[Verse 3]
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 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 nigga 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
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
(Music stops
Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
Biggie breaks it up yelling “Yo, chill, man, chill!”)

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…

[Hook]
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit

[Puffy]
Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to…
Uptown likes to…
Bad Boy likes to…
Brooklyn Crew likes to…
3rd Eye likes to…
Mo Bee likes to…
We like to…