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