Tha Alkaholiks - Bullsh** lyrics

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Tha Alkaholiks - Bullsh** lyrics

[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, BULLsh*t! [Verse One: J-Ro] I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin down I gets mo daps than H. Rap Brown I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk You can't drive me crazy cause I'm close enough to walk I bust threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle You're just a dirty pigeon, B.S.in' bout religion I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham You grab the microphone and refuse to slam I make a n***a scared to grab the mic behind me I kick sh** so deep King Neptune couldn't 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 Tash'll beat my a** until I'm black and blue Cause I ain't with, no way out sh** I'm tired of this one-hittin played out sh** [Hook] Some n***as rock like the Liks... BULLsh*t! Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLsh*t! We'll never make another hit... BULLsh*t! I don't drink cause I quit... BULLsh*t! Come on (Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah We kickin' it (hold up) we kickin' it We kickin' it [Hook cont.] Baby youse my one and only... BULLsh*t! Baby that's a true fact... BULLsh*t! Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLsh*t! Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLsh*t! [Verse Two: J-Ro] Baby don't take the blame, you's a real cool dame But now that I made you call my name you just don't 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 n***a with my pistol-a When I met you I said "What's your name?" Tara You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow All I wanted was some s**in', now you want affection Damn I hate to see your a** comin' in my direction Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin' to get a spliff You know I'm gonna juke your a** like Emmitt Smith [Verse Two cont.: King Tee] Well oh snap! Here goes a fashion That's incredible, with the style That I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef Don't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps Ain't no tellin', Jack told Helen About a lot of people so I'm runnin' for the border And get me a taco, gin and sako Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin' this sh**! It's not a plan I wrote the book called style Taught the child how to stand when he piss Be a man, go f** Jan The white man's tan, bring back MC Shan [Hook] And I rhymed every word... BULLsh*t! Wackest style you ever heard... BULLsh*t! [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 y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now Whoooo! Grand groove grand groove This one dedicated, to all the motherf**ers out there Bullsh**tin This wonderful bullsh** how would you make a record BULLsh*t! I don't smoke no BULLsh*t! I don't drink no BULLsh*t! I don't f** no BULLsh*t! 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...