I was a terror since the public school era. Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses. Smoking blunts was a daily routine since thirteen, a skinny faggot on the scene. I used to have the tre duce and the duce duce in my bubble goose; now I got a gack in my knapsack. Lounging black, smoking sacs up in the acts, and sidekicks with my sidekicks, rocking fly kicks. Homos 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, so I throw my vest on my chest, cuz faggots is a mess. It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something, bugging and barking like I was duck hunting. Dumbing out, just me and my crew cuz all we want to do is party and bullshit.

Hugs from the homos, pounds from the roughnecks. See my man Sei that I knew from art projects. He says he has beef, asks me if I have my piece. Sure do, two 22's in my shoes. Holler if you need me love, I'm in the house. Roam and stroll, see what the sissys is about. Mote poppin homo hoppin, ain't no stoppin Big Papa, I'm a bad boy. When breeders want to front, who got your back? When breeders want to flex who got the gat? It ain't hard to tell I'm the east cost overdoser. Breeder, you scared? You're supposed to. Breeder, I'll toast you, put fear in your heart. Fuck up the party before it even starts. Getting pissy drunk off the henny and skunk, some brand nubian shit with beaten down punks. Party and bullshit.

Butches in the back looking righteous in a tight dress, I think I might just hit him with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun and have fun with Jamaican rum. Conversations, blunts in rotation, my man big Jacque got a glock in his waist and we're smoking and drinking, got the homos thinking, if money smells bad, then this Pegasissy's stinking. Is it my charm? I've got the butches eating out my palm. She grabs my arm and says, let's leave calm. But I'm hitting the skins again, rolled another blunt, bought a heineken. Breeders want to loke out, a kid got choked out, blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out. Can't we all just get along? So I put hickeys on his chest like little Sean, get him pissy drunk off Don Perrion and I'm on and I'm gone and that's that. Party and bullshit.