There’s just something grim and at the same time majestic about this beat… i don’t know, this has like the perfect balance of sadness and happiness to me
보컬트레이너 감동쌤의 기초발성 클래스 그는 비유하자면 포켓몬 트레이너 같에 돌직구 날리는 투수야 180 킬로속도 직빵으로 날라오는 말 을 막을 자는 또 누군가 감동쌤의 똑바른 가르침은 만들지 똑뿌러지는 아이들을 생산하는 팩토리 개토레이라도 먹으면서 꾸준히 허슬하며 달려가야되 그래야 도착지 에 도착해 감동쌤의 평가에 백종원도 긴장해 감동쌤의 피드백 백종원의 미각보다 정확해 왜냐면 청각은 미각보다 빠르기 때문에 이건 눈보다 손이 빠르네 라는 논리지 감동쌤의 퀄리티 감동으로 이끌어갈 창조마치 렛미인 감동쌤의 팩트폭격 막을 수 없지 그가 말하는 언약은 절대적인 참이니
[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 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 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] 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 Moet 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 Hook] 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...
I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the tre' duce And the duce duce in my bubble-goose Now I got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we want to know is "where the party at?" And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Betta throw my vest on my chest Cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we want to do is Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man see that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece 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 Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!) Niggas want to 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! Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] 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 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 eating 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 Niggas 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 lil' shawn Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that. Party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.) And party, and bullshit [Repeats] Übersetzen in: Deutsch
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 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 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 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 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 [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 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...
INFINITE THOUGHTS All these rappers nowadays speaking this gibberish From your average rapper yes im different Now Im very vigorous and picking up your interest so fluent with my words making Shakespeare seem illiterate With all these lights flickering souls whispering This perfect life that I'm picturing this Will never end No matter your interest hobbies and Your preferences I'll make your favourite rapper insignificant I'm sick of this Obsession with famous peoples lives thinking millions Instagram followers Validates your life Fuck subscribers and the likes oh yea dont forget the dislikes Hold up hold up let me get my Flow up Infinite thoughts Before I get on beats and RIP em apart its electric when I'm stringing lines Like its a guitar Infinite bars Like a chocolate factory and Now I'm getting a applause Infinite thoughts I got the thoughts and I'm lost in my head sometimes I think that I'm already dead living in hell I see them wishing me well To tell you the truth it gets no better than this instead Do these thoughts get out of my head Breaking your bones leaving you dead Cemetery calling asking if you need a room and bed They this love the way im styling I'm wildin I know everyone here is Smiling I just be doing my part I speak from the heart these Lyrics I spit ain't shit they be Falling apart Trying to pronounce my work of Art Not acting like a fool you know I be keeping my Coolness My flow is ruthless Spitting fire like my was name toothless But yall know its probably not Likely man i hope you like me When I go and I be flowing (I just do it) like it Nike Wanting to be a rapper its probably unlikely( shit) who knows maybe I might be
hitting with the shit that kid wrote , off the dome that shit was so dope, and that he spit it and he didn't even choke, trying make money others living out here broke, when just know its not joke, homie Nah fuck that u don't know me, when we party ya chick gonna blow me, think you can do better go head bitch show me,
Let me lace this like shoes not velcro I'm clean but I'm the shit cause I got the smell though Angelic speech, but I'm going to hell though Why? Face it either disregard or embrace it Hell bound, cause I'm raping a rapist Did I push it too far? Back handing celebs until their afraid to say "Who's the star" To find my muse isn't that hard You Tube , how much space do you have to take up Finding my muse? I just have to wake up Gimp Hallowed Ground
I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the tre' duce And the duce duce in my bubble-goose Now I got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we want to know is "where the party at?" And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Betta throw my vest on my chest Cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we want to do is Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man see that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece 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 Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!) Niggas want to 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! Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] 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 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 eating 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 Niggas 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 lil' shawn Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that. Party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.) And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the tre' duce And the duce duce in my bubble-goose Now I got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we want to know is "where the party at?" And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot Betta throw my vest on my chest Cause niggas is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin' Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we want to do is Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man see that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece 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 Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!) Niggas want to 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! Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9] 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 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 eating 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 Niggas 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 lil' shawn Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon And it's on, and I'm gone That's that. Party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (party.) And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.) And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.) And party, and bullshit, And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.) And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
![Notorious BIG - Party and Bullshit [Instrumental]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/1MVwGpxeeU4/mqdefault.jpg)
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This beat was way ahead of its time.
Agreed
#EasyMoeBee
Phenomenal.
Right don't sound like 92
YeA lords of the undergrounds Busta qtip ect this sounds about right ✅️
this is the version I was looking for just the corus and instrumental no rapping
Miguel_Rivera me too
Always found this composition to be one of the more eerie instrumentals I’ve ever heard. Creepy but great.
Lmao why does it creep you out? 😂😂
@@iamnikhiyaa1 the dissonant undertones. also that minor movement between the organs by johnny hammond
@Josuke Ruins Everything. yeah it is, but it's eerie to me.
A composition indeed my dear fellow!! 💪🏿
I know right I feel u it's creepy cuz it sound madd ancient Lol
There’s just something grim and at the same time majestic about this beat… i don’t know, this has like the perfect balance of sadness and happiness to me
my favorite biggie song asfar as beat goes so dark and fucking good
Man biggie was legendary.. I wish both Tupac and biggie would be alive today.
0:27 *With my sidekick rocking fly kicks*
Hahah
I hear IT
love this beat
The best that ever done it biggie
Yo, Mo Bee, mane.
lol the "bullshit" is censored... man.... c'mon ...
보컬트레이너 감동쌤의
기초발성 클래스
그는 비유하자면 포켓몬 트레이너 같에
돌직구 날리는 투수야
180 킬로속도 직빵으로 날라오는 말
을 막을 자는 또 누군가
감동쌤의 똑바른 가르침은
만들지
똑뿌러지는 아이들을 생산하는 팩토리
개토레이라도 먹으면서 꾸준히
허슬하며 달려가야되 그래야 도착지
에 도착해 감동쌤의 평가에
백종원도 긴장해 감동쌤의 피드백
백종원의 미각보다 정확해 왜냐면
청각은 미각보다 빠르기 때문에
이건 눈보다 손이 빠르네
라는 논리지 감동쌤의 퀄리티
감동으로 이끌어갈 창조마치 렛미인
감동쌤의 팩트폭격 막을 수 없지
그가 말하는 언약은 절대적인 참이니
[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 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 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]
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
Moet 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
Hook]
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...
2y later, and still a legend
what if Eminem sung Brain Damage to this Beat
It would be killer
I'm 4 years late, but I'll still do the mash-up if I find the acapella
@@darthtrollerDid you do it?
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre' duce
And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Betta throw my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we want to do is
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
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
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggas want to 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!
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
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
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 eating 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
Niggas 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 lil' shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that.
Party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)
And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
Übersetzen in: Deutsch
Put it on 0.75x to see some magic
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 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 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
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
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
[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
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...
Yoo i was the 1.1k Liked
Prod by Easy Mo Bee
INFINITE THOUGHTS
All these rappers nowadays speaking this gibberish
From your average rapper yes im different
Now Im very vigorous and picking up your interest so fluent with my words making
Shakespeare seem illiterate
With all these lights flickering souls whispering
This perfect life that I'm picturing
this Will never end
No matter your interest hobbies and
Your preferences
I'll make your favourite rapper insignificant
I'm sick of this
Obsession with famous peoples lives
thinking millions Instagram followers
Validates your life
Fuck subscribers and the likes oh yea dont forget the dislikes
Hold up hold up let me get my
Flow up
Infinite thoughts
Before I get on beats and RIP em apart
its electric when I'm stringing lines
Like its a guitar
Infinite bars
Like a chocolate factory and
Now I'm getting a applause
Infinite thoughts
I got the thoughts and I'm lost in my head
sometimes I think that I'm already dead
living in hell I see them wishing me well
To tell you the truth it gets no better than this
instead
Do these thoughts get out
of my head
Breaking your bones leaving
you dead
Cemetery calling asking if you need a room and bed
They this love the way im styling
I'm wildin I know everyone here is
Smiling
I just be doing my part
I speak from the heart these
Lyrics I spit ain't shit
they be Falling apart
Trying to pronounce my work of
Art
Not acting like a fool
you know I be keeping my
Coolness
My flow is ruthless
Spitting fire like my was name
toothless
But yall know its probably not Likely man i hope you like me
When I go and I be flowing (I just do it) like it Nike
Wanting to be a rapper its probably unlikely( shit) who knows maybe I might be
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Can someone recommend a song that has a similar beat
Ny state of mind has this type of beat , but every beat is singular and you can't compare rap beats
Shook Ones Part 1 by Mobb Deep, Me and My B and Long Kiss Goodnight by Biggie again and Ny state of mind by nas
hitting with the shit that kid wrote ,
off the dome that shit was so dope,
and that he spit it and he didn't even choke,
trying make money others living out here broke,
when just know its not joke,
homie Nah fuck that u don't know me,
when we party ya chick gonna blow me,
think you can do better go head bitch show me,
Niceee
can ı use this beat?
no
Cocaine
You’ll have to ask biggie that
why dose it sound sad when its a party song
sounds sad? you alright?
Darius White its not a party song
yes it is
Amen to that statement
This fits biggies tho
ay if you can could you check out my stuff? me and my mates sometimes record some of our stuff and it would be dope if you could take a look. peace,
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Let me lace this like shoes not velcro
I'm clean but I'm the shit cause I got the smell though
Angelic speech, but I'm going to hell though
Why? Face it either disregard or embrace it
Hell bound, cause I'm raping a rapist
Did I push it too far?
Back handing celebs until their afraid to say
"Who's the star" To find my muse isn't that hard
You Tube , how much space do you have to take up
Finding my muse? I just have to wake up
Gimp
Hallowed Ground
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre' duce
And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Betta throw my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we want to do is
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
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
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggas want to 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!
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
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
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 eating 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
Niggas 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 lil' shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that.
Party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)
And party, and bullshit [Repeats]
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre' duce
And the duce duce in my bubble-goose
Now I got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
And can I bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
Betta throw my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we want to do is
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
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
Niggas want to front, who got your back? (biggie!)
Niggas want to 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!
Party, and bullshit, and [Repeat: x9]
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
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 eating 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
Niggas 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 lil' shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of don perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that.
Party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (party.)
And party, and bullshit, (bullshit.)
And party, and bullshit, (yea, junior mafia likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (uptown likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (bad boy likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (brooklyn crew likes that.)
And party, and bullshit,
And party, and bullshit, (third eye likes that.)
And party, and bullshit [Repeats]