Tha Alkaholiks, King T - Bullshit lyrics

(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!

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
BSin' 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 niggas rock like the LiksbuLLSHIT!
Uhh, I hate big tit'sbuLLSHIT!
We'll never make another hitbuLLSHIT!
I don't drink 'cause I quitbuLLSHIT!

Come on (Whooo) yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
We kickin' it (hold up) we kickin' it
We kickin' it

Baby, youse my one and onlybuLLSHIT!
Baby that's a true fact bULLSHIT!
Uhh, I never leave ya lonelybuLLSHIT!
Yo, I'll call you right backbuLLSHIT!

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 nigga 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 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 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 wordbuLLSHIT!
Wackest style you ever heardbuLLSHIT!

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
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