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    "Da Bulls**t" Lyrics

    Redman

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    Da 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 , where the weed at
    It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin'

    Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn
    When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns
    'Cause 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 spilled on the floor, you just got
    Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O

    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 smorgas board

    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
    With 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 ain't Sunshine Anderson

    Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for more
    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

    That's the bullshit, the bullshit
    We walk up in the club we on the bullshit
    That's the bullshit, the bullshit
    Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit

    That's the bullshit, the bullshit
    Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit
    That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit
    That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga
    That's the bullshit

    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 with dudes
    My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause 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
    With a shottie with 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
    'Cause 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

    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
    This song was submitted on October 21st, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Reggie Noble, Erick Sermon, N. Phillips.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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