Dj Crazy J Rodriguez – Party & Bullshit In The USA Lyrics

I was terra since da public school erra
Bathroom passes cutting up classes
Squeezing asses
Smoking blood was a daily rutine
Since 13 a chunky n*gger on das mean
I used to eat a tray dus and a duc duc
And boublerap and mac in my backpack
Lounging in the back smoking sacks and sidekicks
With my sidekicks rocking high kicks
Honey want to chat
But all we wanna know is where the party at
And can I bring my cat?
If not, I hope I don’t get shot
Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas eat a mess
It don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Begging and ducking at niggas like I was duck hunting
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is…

Party… And bullshit, and…(etc)

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 reices
Sure do, two .22’s and my glue
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 flapp, who got your back? (Biggie!)
Niggas 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 you, put fear in your heart
f**k up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks

Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to sing a gun
And have fun with Jamaican rum
Conversation, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jack 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 eating skins again
Rolled up another ball, bought a Heineken
Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a f**king fight broke out

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…