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Versuri Redman F/ Icarus - Da Bullshit

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That's that bullshit

Ic-Don motherfucker

Da bullshit

Funk Doc motherfucker

Push whips motherfucker

Na, na chill out who got the weed in this motherfucker yo?

Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie...

Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at?

It's Da bullshit, bullshit

PPP nigga

Yo where the weed at fellas? What you lightin?



[Redman]

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn

When it come to this shit, I aint about takin turns

Cuz Doc's in the place

The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw

Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw

Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch

My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in

Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked

I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match

I don't like to sign autographs half the time

I scribble my name and draw a jackass design

Calvin Kleins spalled on the floor

You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores HO

I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn

And people at the label I'm on

Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for

When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight

Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates

I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R

Wit no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next

I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance

Block prime scramblin, glock nine handlin

Duckin the flows of mind travelin

You heard it before, you aint Sunshine Anderson

Got a bomb plantin and I'm ready fo' mo'

Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do'

All my niggas and my shorty's and get high in the audience

I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the audience



HOOK:

That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]

We walk up in the club we on the bullshit

That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]

Fondlin your bitch ass off the bullshit

That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]

Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit

That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit [We are that bullshit]

That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, that's the bullshit



[Redman]

Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand

His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants

One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it

Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament

Peep the clues, not deep wit dudes

My Benz don't carry shoes cuz I'm cheap as Jews

But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move

After that I tell you and what the beat to do

Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window

Wit a shottie wit me and myself and Irene and my team

Fuck your mainstream dry off feet

I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3

Now you wavin six flags like you at GA

Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay

Sprayin water on all those whoever's hot

Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc...



[Icarus]

Stop Ic-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here

Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear

That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air

I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin a deer

You don't really know when trouble come

When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum

With double guns, cocked in each hand

Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand

I don't care if you broke or not

I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not

Nigga I still smoke the glock

Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop

Man doom, I kidnap a classroom

Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom

Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya

Bullets, comin at ya just as long as your finger

And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin

Borin and thinkin, how I'm bout to score with this ink pen

You better hope we blow on this rappin shit

You don't want us to go under the mattresses

Shorty lookin at me funny like I don't get bank

My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank

Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink

I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink

After we fuck, I'm takin you to S and D's

That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy

I won't remember none of this when the X in me

So if you want sex for free, check for me, Ic-Don...

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