Dj crazy j rodriguez - Party & bullsh** in the usa lyrics

I was terra since da public school erra Bathroom pa**es cutting up cla**es Squeezing a**es 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***as eat a mess It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something Begging and ducking at n***as like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is... Party... And bullsh**, 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***as wanna flapp, who got your back? (Biggie!) n***as wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser n***a you scared you're supposed to n***a, I toast you, put fear in your heart f** up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian sh** beating down punks b**hes 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***a 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***as start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a f**ing 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...