Da Bullshit Lyrics by Redman

Da Bullshit Lyrics

    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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