Songtexte Bullshit (feat. Zooka Joe & Nutso) - Domingo

Here come Zoocer with that same old shit again
Doobie in his ear and his hands on my bitch again
Probably off a Xan, probably drank a fifth of Henn
I make her cross the room, they don't even wanna sit with him
American, rude, raised in the streets
And stay with the wolves that stay with the heat
Only one rule, don't play with the cheese
Leave your black ass like Daffy without his beak
I'm bipolar, pickpockets and high rollers
The lye roller, get higher than sky coasters
I'm by vultures, click clack and slide over
That's my motive, get back and die soldier

Y'all can make that bullshit
But I'm gon' keep this hip hop
Y'all can make that bullshit
But I'm gon' keep it hip hop

Rare form, man, I wanna be a asshole
A mix between Mad Dog with a little Castro
Boys get froggy, turn 'em into tadpoles
And in the cold make 'em stick their tongue to a flag pole
Bully shit, show up dolo and let the fully spit
Throw 'em in your chest, no vest, I'll make your hoodie spit
A hooligan, raise hell until we fuckin' good again
Straight bars, stay hard, let's make this shit hood again
Look here, dog, I'm tired of the stretch pants
Skate park, gay talk, you're worried about your next dance
I take walks in graveyards to see my ex-friends
I'm not a human, I'm mutant like an X-Man

Y'all can make that bullshit
But I'm gon' keep this hip hop
Y'all can make that bullshit
But I'm gon' keep it hip hop

718 Villain, salute to my city
Home of the bright lights, blood money on titties
Where strippers shake their ass to set you up in a jiffy
Parking lot pimpin', coconut with the Henny
I don't got time for your pettiness
I'm studying this broad by the bar with the confetti dress
Nutso the reverend, oh Lord, have mercy this
And my extended clip and a zip lock of Percocets
They tell a nigga don't trust me
My whole hood fucked up, pride and egos got ugly
Gotta take the kids to school with two holsters like Muggsy
And blow a hater's head off, make the papers like Bugsy
I walk with a bop, 1940 shit
Smoke clouds, speak easy, in the kitchen morning shifts
Drugs provided by truly yours
No label, just us and friends that's knockin' at your door