Bullshit feat. King T
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Wooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We kickin' it, uh, uh, we kickin' it
Yeah, yeah, we kickin' it
Yeah, yeah, we kickin' it
Yeah, Tampen 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' dap than H. Rap Brown
I drive the hoes wild 'cause I love the way I talk
You can't drive me crazy 'cause I'm close enough to walk
I bust threes like Terry Tegel, get higher than an 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 nigga scared to grab the mic behind me
'Cause I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't find me
Yo, can I get a 'go J-Ro' (Go J-Ro!)
To let me know if I could flow
I'd 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-hit-and-play-out shit
Some niggas rock like the licks (Bullshit!)
I hate big tits (Bullshit!)
We'll never make another hit (Bullshit!)
I don't drink 'cause I quit (Bullshit!)
Wooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it
Girl, you's my one and only (Bullshit!)
Baby, that's a true fact (Bullshit!)
I'll never leave you lonely (Bullshit!)
Yo, I'll call you right back (Bullshit!)
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 smack your nigga with my pistola
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 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 gonna juke your ass like Emmitt Smith
Well, oh snap, here goes a fashion
That's incredible with the style
That I learned back as a young'un
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
To get me a taco, dim and socko
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 beat's sake, rock on, rock on
For the beat's sake, rock on, rock on
And you go wooooo, swag groove, swag groove
I'll bring you back now, I'll bring you back now
I'll bring you back now, and we go wooooo, swag groove, swag groove
This one's dedicated to all the motherfuckers out there bullshittin'
If it wasn't for bullshit, how would you make a livin'?
I don't smoke no (Bullshit!)
I don't smoke no (Bullshit!)
I don't fuck no (Bullshit!)
This one goes out to the P-Town niggas
This goes out to all the bullshit City niggas
Compton niggas, Compton niggas
And we out