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 nig