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letra de party & bullshit in the usa - dj crazy j rodriguez

i was terra since da public school erra
bathroom p-sses cutting up cl-sses
squeezing -sses
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 n-ggas eat a mess
it don’t take nothing but fronting for me to start something
begging and ducking at n-ggas like i was duck hunting
dumbing out, just me and my crew
cause all we wanna do is…

party… and bullsh-t, 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
n-ggas wanna flapp, who got your back? (biggie!)
n-ggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (biggie!)
it ain’t hard to tell i’m the east coast overdoser
n-gga you scared you’re supposed to
n-gga, i toast you, put fear in your heart
f-ck up the party before it even start
p-ssy drunk, off the henny and skunk
on some brand nubian sh-t beating down punks

b-tches 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 n-gga 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
n-ggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
blows was thrown and a f-cking fight broke out

can’t we just all get along?
so i can put hickies on her chest like little shawn
get her p-ssy drunk off of dom pérignon
and it’s on, and i’m gone
that’s that…

- dj crazy j rodriguez

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