Lyrics Bullshit - Tha Alkaholiks
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!
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!
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!
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...
1 Soda Pop
2 Likwit
3 Likwit
4 Only When I'm Drunk
5 Last Call
6 Can't Tell Me Shit
7 Turn Tha Party Out
8 Bullshit
9 Make Room
10 Mary Jane
11 Who Dem Niggas
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