Bullshit

(Whoo! ha hah!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin' it

Uh uh uh we kickin' it

Yeah yeah we kickin' it

(Whoo!) Yeah yeah we kickin' it

Yeah, Cali in the house

Huh, uh, Fred in the house

Check it out, bullshit!

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 niggas rock like the Liks bullshit!

Uh, 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 you'se my one and only bullshit!

Baby that's a true fact bullshit!

Uh, I never leave ya lonely bullshit!

Yo, I'll call you right back bullshit!

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 youngin', 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 whoo! Grand groove, grand groove

(Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) uh, take it back now

Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now

Whoo! 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 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