Bullshit Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

(Whoo, hah, hah) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin' it 

Uhh, uhh, uhh, we kickin' it 

Yeah, yeah, we kickin' it 

(Whoo) 

Yeah, yeah, we kickin' it 

Yeah, Cali in the house 

Huh, uhh, 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 refuse 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

(Whoo) 

We kickin' it, we kickin' it 

(Hold up) 

We kickin' it 

Baby, you're 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 

Baby, don't take the blame you're 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 whoo, 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 

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