Tuning: Standard.

Intro: C#5 , A5 , F#5 , Ab5

C#5                       A5
I was a terror since the public school era
F#5                      Ab5
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
C#5                   A5
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
      F#5                 Ab5
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
C#5 
I used to have the tre` duce
A5                       F#5
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
              Ab5
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
C#5                      A5
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
    F#5                Ab5
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
C#5
Honeys want to chat
A5                                   F#5
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
          Ab5
And can i bring my gat?
C#5                     A5
If not, I hope I don't get shot
                F#5
Better throw my vest on my chest
       Ab5
'Cause niggas is a mess
   C#5                     A5
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
          F#5
For me to start somethin'
Ab5
Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like i was duck huntin'
C#5                A5
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
       F#5                   Ab5
Cause all we wanna do is...

Chorus:
C#5           A5             F#5           Ab5
Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)

*repeat chord progression for the rest of the song.*

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
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
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz wanna 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!

Chorus

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 Jamaician 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 eatin 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
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out

*play chords without any rapping x2*

Can't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
that's that.

repeat chorus x2