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...