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To let me know if I can flow\nI probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\nBut Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\nCause I ain't with, no way out shit\nI'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit\nSome niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!\n\nUhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!\nWe'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!\nI don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\nCome on\n\n(Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\nWe kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\nWe kickin it\nBaby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n\nBaby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\nUhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\nYo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\nTwo: J-Ro, King Tee\n\nBaby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n\nBut now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\nFrom the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\nOn the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\nWhen I met you I sure wishin aye tower\nYou hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\nAll I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\nDamn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\nWait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\nYou know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\nWell oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n\nThat's incredible, with the style\nThat I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\nDon't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\nAin't no tellin, Jack told Helen\nAbout a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\nAnd get me a taco, gin and sako\nMom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\nIt's not a plan I wrote the book called style\nTaught the child how to stand when he piss\nBe a man, go fuck Jan\nThe white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\nAnd I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n\nWackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\nFor the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\nFor the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\nAnd you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n(Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\nCause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\nWhoooo! Grand groove grand groove\nThis one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\nBullshittin\nThis wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\nBULLSHIT!\nI don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\nI don't drink no BULLSHIT!\nI don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\nThis one goes out to the P-Town\nAnd all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\nEverybody in the house\nAnd we out... Alkaholiks...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91] J-Ro\n[00:02.85] (Whooo! Hah hah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it\n[00:06.48] Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it\n[00:09.13] Yeah yeah we kickin it\n[00:10.99] (Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin it\n[00:13.65] Yeah, Cali in the house\n[00:16.36] Huh, uhh, Fred in the house\n[00:19.11] Check it out, BULLSHIT!\n[00:20.98] I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin down\n[00:23.67] I gets mo daps than H. Rap Brown\n[00:26.39] I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk\n[00:28.11] You can't drive me crazy cause I'm close enough to walk\n[00:30.80] I bust threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle\n[00:33.52] You're just a dirty pigeon, BSn bout religion\n[00:36.39] I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham\n[00:38.17] You grab the microphone and reguse to slam\n[00:40.82] I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me\n[00:43.53] I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't fine me\n[00:46.25] Yo, can I get a go J-Ro?\n[00:48.00] (Go J-Ro!) To let me know if I can flow\n[00:50.81] I probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\n[00:53.54] But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\n[00:56.20] Cause I ain't with, no way out shit\n[00:58.94] I'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit\n[01:00.72] Some niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!\n[01:03.47] Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!\n[01:06.11] We'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!\n[01:08.83] I don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\n[01:10.72] Come on\n[01:11.63] (Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:14.32] We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\n[01:19.74] We kickin it\n[01:20.68] Baby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n[01:23.30] Baby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\n[01:26.18] Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\n[01:28.88] Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\n[01:30.65] Two: J-Ro, King Tee\n[01:31.54] Baby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n[01:33.39] But now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\n[01:36.04] From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\n[01:38.71] On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\n[01:41.49] When I met you I sure wishin aye tower\n[01:44.25] You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\n[01:46.02] All I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\n[01:49.62] Damn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\n[01:51.44] Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\n[01:53.28] You know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\n[01:55.94] Well oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n[01:57.88] That's incredible, with the style\n[02:00.54] That I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\n[02:03.24] Don't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\n[02:05.99] Ain't no tellin, Jack told Helen\n[02:07.79] About a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\n[02:10.45] And get me a taco, gin and sako\n[02:13.24] Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\n[02:15.92] It's not a plan I wrote the book called style\n[02:18.64] Taught the child how to stand when he piss\n[02:20.47] Be a man, go fuck Jan\n[02:23.15] The white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\n[02:25.95] And I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n[02:28.60] Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\n[02:31.36] For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n[02:34.00] For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n[02:35.89] And you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n[02:42.26] (Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\n[02:45.88] Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\n[02:46.77] Whoooo! Grand groove grand groove\n[02:50.42] This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\n[02:55.82] Bullshittin\n[02:59.47] This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\n[03:00.36] BULLSHIT!\n[03:02.14] I don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\n[03:04.06] I don't drink no BULLSHIT!\n[03:06.71] I don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\n[03:09.46] This one goes out to the P-Town\n[03:13.18] And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\n[03:19.46] Everybody in the house\n[03:22.15] And we out... Alkaholiks...\n[03:23.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bullshit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: J-Ro\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 2850\n- text: (Whooo! Hah hah!) 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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it\n  Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it\n  Yeah yeah we kickin it\n  (Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin it\n  Yeah, Cali in the house\n  Huh, uhh, Fred in the house\n  Check it out, BULLSHIT!\n\n  I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin down\n\n  I gets mo daps than H. Rap Brown\n  I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk\n  You can't drive me crazy cause I'm close enough to walk\n  I bust threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle\n  You're just a dirty pigeon, BSn bout religion\n  I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham\n  You grab the microphone and reguse to slam\n  I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me\n  I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't fine me\n  Yo, can I get a go J-Ro?\n  (Go J-Ro!) To let me know if I can flow\n  I probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\n  But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\n  Cause I ain't with, no way out shit\n  I'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit\n  Some niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!\n  We'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!\n  I don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\n  Come on\n\n  (Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\n  We kickin it\n  Baby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Baby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\n  Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\n  Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\n  Two: J-Ro, King Tee\n\n  Baby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n\n  But now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\n  From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\n  On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\n  When I met you I sure wishin aye tower\n  You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\n  All I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\n  Damn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\n  Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\n  You know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\n  Well oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n\n  That's incredible, with the style\n  That I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\n  Don't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\n  Ain't no tellin, Jack told Helen\n  About a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\n  And get me a taco, gin and sako\n  Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\n  It's not a plan I wrote the book called style\n  Taught the child how to stand when he piss\n  Be a man, go fuck Jan\n  The white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\n  And I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\n  For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\n  For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\n  And you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n  (Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\n  Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\n  Whoooo! Grand groove grand groove\n  This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\n  Bullshittin\n  This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\n  BULLSHIT!\n  I don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\n  I don't drink no BULLSHIT!\n  I don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\n  This one goes out to the P-Town\n  And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\n  Everybody in the house\n  And we out... Alkaholiks...\n"},{"id":30939898,"name":"Bullshit feat. King T","trackName":"Bullshit feat. King T","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWe kickin' it, uh, uh, we kickin' it\nYeah, yeah, we kickin' it\nYeah, yeah, we kickin' it\nYeah, Tampen in the house\nHuh, uh, Fred in the house\nCheck it out (bullshit)\n\nI'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin' down\nI gets mo' dap than H. Rap Brown\nI drive the hoes wild 'cause I love the way I talk\nYou can't drive me crazy 'cause I'm close enough to walk\nI bust threes like Terry Tegel, get higher than an eagle\nYou're just a dirty pigeon, B.S.'in' 'bout religion\nI don't give a damn if you don't eat ham\nYou grab the microphone and refuse to slam\nI make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me\n'Cause I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't find me\nYo, can I get a 'go J-Ro' (Go J-Ro!)\nTo let me know if I could flow\nI'd probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\nBut Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\n'Cause I ain't with no way-out shit\nI'm tired of this one-hit-and-play-out shit\nSome niggas rock like the licks (Bullshit!)\nI hate big tits (Bullshit!)\nWe'll never make another hit (Bullshit!)\nI don't drink 'cause I quit (Bullshit!)\n\nWooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWe kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it\n\nGirl, you's my one and only (Bullshit!)\nBaby, that's a true fact (Bullshit!)\nI'll never leave you lonely (Bullshit!)\nYo, I'll call you right back (Bullshit!)\nBaby, don't take the blame, you's a real cool dame\nBut now that I made you call my name, you just don't look the same\nFrom the middle of the bed, I bang your head like a rock 'n' roller\nOn the way out, I smack your nigga with my pistola\nWhen I met you I said, \"What's your name, Tara?\"\nYou hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\nAll I wanted was some sexin', now you want affection\nDamn, I hate to see your ass comin' in my direction\nWait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin' to get a spliff\nYou know I'm gonna juke your ass like Emmitt Smith\n\nWell, oh snap, here goes a fashion\nThat's incredible with the style\nThat I learned back as a young'un\nWhere's the beef? Don't sleep\nI used to run around with the creeps\nAin't no tellin', Jack told Helen\nAbout a lot of people so I'm runnin' for the border\nTo get me a taco, dim and socko\nMom and pop, yo, I'm rockin' this shit\nIt's not a plan, I wrote the book called style\nTaught the child how to stand when he piss\nBe a man, go fuck Jan\nThe white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\nAnd I rhymed every word (Bullshit!)\nWackest style you ever heard (Bullshit!)\n\nFor the beat's sake, rock on, rock on\nFor the beat's sake, rock on, rock on\nAnd you go wooooo, swag groove, swag groove\nI'll bring you back now, I'll bring you back now\nI'll bring you back now, and we go wooooo, swag groove, swag groove\nThis one's dedicated to all the motherfuckers out there bullshittin'\nIf it wasn't for bullshit, how would you make a livin'?\nI don't smoke no (Bullshit!)\nI don't smoke no (Bullshit!)\nI don't fuck no (Bullshit!)\nThis one goes out to the P-Town niggas\nThis goes out to all the bullshit City niggas\nCompton niggas, Compton niggas\nAnd we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bullshit feat. 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Rap Brown\n  I drive the hoes wild 'cause I love the way I talk\n  You can't drive me crazy 'cause I'm close enough to walk\n  I bust threes like Terry Tegel, get higher than an eagle\n  You're just a dirty pigeon, B.S.'in' 'bout religion\n  I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham\n  You grab the microphone and refuse to slam\n  I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me\n  'Cause I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't find me\n  Yo, can I get a 'go J-Ro' (Go J-Ro!)\n  To let me know if I could flow\n  I'd probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\n  But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\n  'Cause I ain't with no way-out shit\n  I'm tired of this one-hit-and-play-out shit\n  Some niggas rock like the licks (Bullshit!)\n  I hate big tits (Bullshit!)\n  We'll never make another hit (Bullshit!)\n  I don't drink 'cause I quit (Bullshit!)\n\n  Wooooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  We kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it, uh, we kickin' it\n\n  Girl, you's my one and only (Bullshit!)\n  Baby, that's a true fact (Bullshit!)\n  I'll never leave you lonely (Bullshit!)\n  Yo, I'll call you right back (Bullshit!)\n  Baby, don't take the blame, you's a real cool dame\n  But now that I made you call my name, you just don't look the same\n  From the middle of the bed, I bang your head like a rock 'n' roller\n  On the way out, I smack your nigga with my pistola\n  When I met you I said, \"What's your name, Tara?\"\n  You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\n  All I wanted was some sexin', now you want affection\n  Damn, I hate to see your ass comin' in my direction\n  Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin' to get a spliff\n  You know I'm gonna juke your ass like Emmitt Smith\n\n  Well, oh snap, here goes a fashion\n  That's incredible with the style\n  That I learned back as a young'un\n  Where's the beef? 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To let me know if I can flow\nI probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\nBut Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\nCause I ain't with, no way out shit\nI'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit\nSome niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!\n\nUhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!\nWe'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!\nI don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\nCome on\n\n(Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\nWe kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\nWe kickin it\nBaby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n\nBaby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\nUhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\nYo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\nTwo: J-Ro, King Tee\n\nBaby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n\nBut now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\nFrom the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\nOn the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\nWhen I met you I sure wishin aye tower\nYou hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\nAll I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\nDamn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\nWait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\nYou know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\nWell oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n\nThat's incredible, with the style\nThat I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\nDon't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\nAin't no tellin, Jack told Helen\nAbout a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\nAnd get me a taco, gin and sako\nMom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\nIt's not a plan I wrote the book called style\nTaught the child how to stand when he piss\nBe a man, go fuck Jan\nThe white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\nAnd I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n\nWackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\nFor the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\nFor the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\nAnd you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n(Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\nCause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\nWhoooo! Grand groove grand groove\nThis one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\nBullshittin\nThis wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\nBULLSHIT!\nI don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\nI don't drink no BULLSHIT!\nI don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\nThis one goes out to the P-Town\nAnd all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\nEverybody in the house\nAnd we out... Alkaholiks...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.91] J-Ro\n[00:02.85] (Whooo! Hah hah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it\n[00:06.48] Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it\n[00:09.13] Yeah yeah we kickin it\n[00:10.99] (Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin it\n[00:13.65] Yeah, Cali in the house\n[00:16.36] Huh, uhh, Fred in the house\n[00:19.11] Check it out, BULLSHIT!\n[00:20.98] I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin down\n[00:23.67] I gets mo daps than H. 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BULLSHIT!\n[01:08.83] I don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\n[01:10.72] Come on\n[01:11.63] (Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[01:14.32] We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\n[01:19.74] We kickin it\n[01:20.68] Baby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n[01:23.30] Baby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\n[01:26.18] Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\n[01:28.88] Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\n[01:30.65] Two: J-Ro, King Tee\n[01:31.54] Baby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n[01:33.39] But now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\n[01:36.04] From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\n[01:38.71] On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\n[01:41.49] When I met you I sure wishin aye tower\n[01:44.25] You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\n[01:46.02] All I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\n[01:49.62] Damn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\n[01:51.44] Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\n[01:53.28] You know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\n[01:55.94] Well oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n[01:57.88] That's incredible, with the style\n[02:00.54] That I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\n[02:03.24] Don't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\n[02:05.99] Ain't no tellin, Jack told Helen\n[02:07.79] About a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\n[02:10.45] And get me a taco, gin and sako\n[02:13.24] Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\n[02:15.92] It's not a plan I wrote the book called style\n[02:18.64] Taught the child how to stand when he piss\n[02:20.47] Be a man, go fuck Jan\n[02:23.15] The white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\n[02:25.95] And I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n[02:28.60] Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\n[02:31.36] For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n[02:34.00] For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n[02:35.89] And you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n[02:42.26] (Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\n[02:45.88] Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\n[02:46.77] Whoooo! Grand groove grand groove\n[02:50.42] This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\n[02:55.82] Bullshittin\n[02:59.47] This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\n[03:00.36] BULLSHIT!\n[03:02.14] I don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\n[03:04.06] I don't drink no BULLSHIT!\n[03:06.71] I don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\n[03:09.46] This one goes out to the P-Town\n[03:13.18] And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\n[03:19.46] Everybody in the house\n[03:22.15] And we out... Alkaholiks...\n[03:23.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bullshit\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. King T\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: J-Ro\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 2850\n- text: (Whooo! Hah hah!) 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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it\n  Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it\n  Yeah yeah we kickin it\n  (Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin it\n  Yeah, Cali in the house\n  Huh, uhh, Fred in the house\n  Check it out, BULLSHIT!\n\n  I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin down\n\n  I gets mo daps than H. Rap Brown\n  I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk\n  You can't drive me crazy cause I'm close enough to walk\n  I bust threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle\n  You're just a dirty pigeon, BSn bout religion\n  I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham\n  You grab the microphone and reguse to slam\n  I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me\n  I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't fine me\n  Yo, can I get a go J-Ro?\n  (Go J-Ro!) To let me know if I can flow\n  I probably be doper if I smoked crack like you\n  But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue\n  Cause I ain't with, no way out shit\n  I'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit\n  Some niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!\n  We'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!\n  I don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!\n  Come on\n\n  (Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it\n  We kickin it\n  Baby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Baby that's a true fact... BULLSHIT!\n  Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!\n  Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT!\n  Two: J-Ro, King Tee\n\n  Baby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame\n\n  But now that I made you call my name you just don't look the same\n  From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller\n  On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-a\n  When I met you I sure wishin aye tower\n  You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow\n  All I wanted was some sexin, now you want affection\n  Damn I hate to see your ass comin in my direction\n  Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin to get a spliff\n  You know I'm goin through your ass like Emmitt Smith\n  Well oh snap! Here goes a fashion\n\n  That's incredible, with the style\n  That I learned back as a younglin, where's the beef\n  Don't sleep, I used to run around with the creeps\n  Ain't no tellin, Jack told Helen\n  About a lot of people so I'm runnin for the border\n  And get me a taco, gin and sako\n  Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin this shit!\n  It's not a plan I wrote the book called style\n  Taught the child how to stand when he piss\n  Be a man, go fuck Jan\n  The white man's tan, bring back MC Shan\n  And I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!\n\n  Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!\n  For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\n  For the beats sake, rock on rock on\n\n  And you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove\n  (Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) Uhh, take it back now\n  Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now\n  Whoooo! Grand groove grand groove\n  This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there\n  Bullshittin\n  This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record\n  BULLSHIT!\n  I don't smoke no BULLSHIT!\n  I don't drink no BULLSHIT!\n  I don't fuck no BULLSHIT!\n  This one goes out to the P-Town\n  And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton baby\n  Everybody in the house\n  And we out... Alkaholiks...\n"}]