Redman - Da Bullshit Lyrics
Thats that bullshitIc-don mother*****erDa bullshitFunk doc mother*****erPush whips mother*****erNa, na chill out who got the weed in this mother*****er yo?Brick city, jersey, I got the weed homie...Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at?Its da bullshit, bullshitPpp niggaYo where the weed at fellas? what you lightin?[redman]Yo, yo, you mother*****ers gon learnWhen it come to this shit, I aint about takin turnsCuz docs in the placeThe cold nigga, Im too late to thawDoc unfold niggas til they ribs is rawWhether you up the ball or ride the *****My pens write with a vengeance and viagra inStay hard like the biceps when its stackedIm gritty, I wouldnt love in a tennis matchI dont like to sign autographs half the timeI scribble my name and draw a jackass designCalvin kleins spalled on the floorYou just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores hoI got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warnAnd people at the label Im onCrunch time, what you think the forty-four is forWhen I grub I want the whole smorgasboardGotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straightStop smashin the five and appear in the court datesI wont ride the bike unless its c b rWit no tricks but a ***** itll be on nextIm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulanceBlock prime scramblin, glock nine handlinDuckin the flows of mind travelinYou heard it before, you aint sunshine andersonGot a bomb plantin and Im ready fo mo*****es gettin in my party givin head at the doAll my niggas and my shortys and get high in the audienceI carry a gaudy gun, youll die in the audienceHook:Thats the bullshit, the bullshit [we are that bullshit]We walk up in the club we on the bullshitThats the bullshit, the bullshit [we are that bullshit]Fondlin your ***** ass off the bullshitThats the bullshit, the bullshit [we are that bullshit]Brick city, brook-non off the bullshitThats the bullshit, thats the bullshit [we are that bullshit]Thats the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, thats the bullshit[redman]Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my handHis limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pantsOne nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from itNow hes a cheap ornament, died in a street tournamentPeep the clues, not deep wit dudesMy benz dont carry shoes cuz Im cheap as jewsBut I let off this cannon bet your fleet would moveAfter that I tell you and what the beat to do***** the visine, duck when I lean out the windowWit a shottie wit me and myself and irene and my team***** your mainstream dry off feetIm explosive as simon in die hard 3Now you wavin six flags like you at gaCuz my gun on standby like a flight delaySprayin water on all those whoevers hotTake they mic, take they jewels, then them bezell, doc...[icarus]Stop ic-don, get gone, nigga Im hereSippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rearThatll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the airI pull big guns out, like Im hittin a deerYou dont really know when trouble comeWhen you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gumWith double guns, *****ed in each handNigga you about to be buried in beach sandI dont care if you broke or notI dont care if you sell weed, dope, coke or notNigga I still smoke the glockGive your face polka dots, yall better hope I stopMan doom, I kidnap a classroomHide em in the left wing of my bathroomDo you think you could survive all that we bring yaBullets, comin at ya just as long as your fingerAnd every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkinBorin and thinkin, how Im bout to score with this ink penYou better hope we blow on this rappin shitYou dont want us to go under the mattressesShorty lookin at me funny like I dont get bankMy house is hot *****, I swim in my fish tankEvery car got a bar, the whole clique drinkIm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stinkAfter we *****, Im takin you to s and dsThats a lie ***** I am on ecstasyI wont remember none of this when the x in meSo if you want sex for free, check for me, ic-don...
