Tha Alkaholiks - Bullshit текст песни

Intro: j-ro

(whooo! hah hah!) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it

Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it

Yeah yeah we kickin it

(whooo!) yeah yeah we kickin it

Yeah, cali in the house

Huh, uhh, fred in the house

Check it out, bullshit!

Verse one: j-ro

Im j-ro the man, Im gettin down

I gets mo daps than h. rap brown

I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk

You cant drive me crazy cause Im close enough to walk

I bust threes like terry tegall, get higher than a eagle

Youre just a dirty pigeon, bsn bout religion

I dont give a damn if you dont eat ham

You grab the microphone and reguse to slam

I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me

I kick shit so deep king neptune couldnt fine me

Yo, can I get a go j-ro?

(go j-ro!) to let me know if I can flow

I probably be doper if I smoked crack like you

But swift and tashll beat my ass until Im black and blue

Cause I aint with, no way out shit

Im tired of this one-hittin played out shit

Some niggaz rock like the liks... bullshit!

Uhh, I hate big tits... bullshit!

Well never make another hit... bullshit!

I dont drink cause I quit... bullshit!

Come on

(whooo!) yeah yeah yeah yeah

We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it

We kickin it

Baby youse my one and only... bullshit!

Baby thats a true fact... bullshit!

Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... bullshit!

Yo, Ill call you right back... bullshit!

Verse two: j-ro, king tee

Baby dont take the blame youse a real cool dame

But now that I made you call my name you just dont look the same

From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller

On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a

When I met you I sure wishin aye tower

You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow

All I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection

Damn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction

Wait here, Ill be right back, Im goin to get a spliff

You know Im goin through your ass like emmitt smith

Well oh snap! here goes a fashion

Thats incredible, with the style

That I learned back as a younglin, wheres the beef

Dont sleep, I used to run around with the creeps

Aint no tellin, jack told helen

About a lot of people so Im runnin for the border

And get me a taco, gin and sako

Mom and pop yo, Im rockin this shit!

Its not a plan I wrote the book called style

Taught the child how to stand when he piss

Be a man, go fuck jan

The white mans tan, bring back mc shan

And I rhymed every word... bullshit!

Wackest style you ever heard... bullshit!

Outro:

For the beats sake, rock on rock on

For the beats sake, rock on rock on

And you go whoooo! grand groove, grand groove

(alkaholiks yall, alkaholiks yall) uhh, take it back now

Cause its fat now, thats how I bring it back now

Whoooo! grand groove grand groove

This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there

Bullshittin

This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record

Bullshit!

I dont smoke no bullshit!

I dont drink no bullshit!

I dont fuck no bullshit!

This one goes out to the p-town

And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, compton baby

Everybody in the house

And we out... alkaholiks...