Bullshit (Letra)

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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!

Outro:

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…

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Bullshit (Letra)

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And if i wonder down the wrong road,
It’s alright baby, just let me go,
If i get tired of all those assholes,
It’s alright cause’ i want them to know.

I’m sick tired of all this bullshit,
Same shit, (?)
And jesus come on down and save us, save us, (?).

(?)
And feeling sorry, makes me fell mad,
Someday, baby i couldn’t (?).

I’m sick tired of all this bullshit,
Same shit, (?)
And jesus come on down and save us, save us, (?).

I’m sick tired of all this bullshit,
Same shit, (?)
And jesus come on down and save us, save us, (?).

And if i wonder down the wrong road,
It’s alright baby, just let me go,
If i get tired of all those assholes,
It’s alright cause’ i want them to know.

I’m sick tired of all this bullshit,
Same shit, (?)
And jesus come on down and save us, save us, (?).

Bullshit (Letra)

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Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit
Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit

You can’t say ten words
Without telling a lie
You always bullshit
Bullshit gets you high

When it comes to bullshit
You’re the best around
Someday bullshit’s
Gonna take you down

Bullshit (Letra)

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You gotta get up off of that bullshit… stop fighting that
Feeling(x4)

(imani)
Let me entertain you
And interphaze you, with the new sound
The sound is the "cyde" and the phar is the "cyde"
And no matter who you are, you know you can’t hyde!
Not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!
No matter who you are!
So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin

You gotta get up off of that bullshit… stop fighting that
Feeling(x4)

(slim kid 3)
Time to go all the way with it
Don’t just sit there and stare or play with it
Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The motha ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds
Step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew
Reality
Until it stood still now your far from a lie
When the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we’z
Already in the skies or outer space
Standing here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf
Where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger than
Love
They did a cross examination of it
But you can’t duplicate the stae of our relations thru translations
That’s not the ticket breaking code in heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics

You gotta get up off of that bullshit… stop fighting that
Feeling(x4)

(bootie brown)
Yo! when money talks fools are always checkin’
Depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to rise
When you going to recognize, time waits for no man
When you going to stand and…
Get up offa that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling

You gotta get up off of that bullshit… stop fighting that
Feeling(x4)

(suave)
Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit
Talk about the iahp’s with the fat ass and tits
Comin’ to the club looking for a star
Ain’t got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
Scoping around looking for the best dressed,
Smelling for the indo passing up the stress
Sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell
A brotha like suave with pockets that swell
Action was thrown the iahp was blown
Next thing you know i had her at my home
All alone object to get paid
The only thing that happened was her ass got laid
Now no end and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue but believe i’m well hung
So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho’s
It ain’t about the stardom and it ain’t about the dough
So…

You gotta get on up off of that bullshit (x6)
Stop fighting that feeling

Bullshit (Letra)

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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!

Outro:

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…