Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Bullshit lyrics

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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
 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, BSn bout religion
 I don't give a damn if you don't 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 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 ass until I'm black and blue
 Cause I ain't with, no way out shit
 I'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit
 Some niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!
 Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!
 We'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!
 I don't 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 that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!
 Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!
 Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!
 Verse Two: J-Ro, King Tee
 Baby don't take the blame youse 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 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, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff
 You know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith
 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 shit!
 It's 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 man's tan, bring back MC Shan
 And I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!
 Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!
 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 motherfuckers out there
 This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record
 I don't smoke no BULLSHIT!
 I don't drink no BULLSHIT!
 I don't 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
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Author: Roger McBride

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Music


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: 21 & Over (1993)

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