Dj Quik - Bullsh** lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Hi-C ] Bullsh**, that's the title of this sh** And when you hear bullsh**, you say that sh** hit Now quit, don't try to f** with this I just drunk some gin, I gotta take a piss Mmh... Ahh... what a relief All up in a girl I just released my beef I keep huffin and puffin until I come Yo b**h, give up the p**y and don't play (dumb) For your body you know I been cravin The last couple of weeks my lunch money I been savin To get your a** in a motel My dick is steady poundin and you're the scale So weigh me, wait, I'm about to strip Take off them clothes, so I can rip That coochie, I know you wanna give it to me But hey ho, don't try and do me I'm cool and patiently I been waitin Skanless stuck-up b**hes, them's the ones I be hatin And when it's time to get a dick-pack They always come with that sh**ty act (I'm sorry Hi-C, we can't go out tonight) f** that sh**, y'all make a n***a wanna fight So hey what's up, it's gon' be like that? I ain't gon' ask you no more, I'm about to jack Now take off your clothes and lay down flat Cause that big fat p**y I got to crack She took off her jeans, body lookin real pretty I made a mistake when I asked to see the titties She ripped off her bra, didn't have no fear That sh** was slappin, clappin, flappin like elephant ears I said "Damn" they big as f** A little bit too big for Hi-C to s** So I thought for a minute without makin a sound It'd take at least ten minutes for me to wrestle 'em down Threw back on her bra, tied it up in a knot Slapped her on the padlock and said, "Now let me see your co*k" She said, "Ah-a, stop boy, that's enough, I quit" Now how would you feel if I just slapped you, b**h? I'm hittin harder than a bullet, my rhymes don't quit I'm Hi-C, ho, so stop poppin that bullsh** (Come on y'all, say it Bullsh**) Yeah (Yeah Bullsh**) Y'all n***as thought I was sellin out (Louder Bullsh** Everybody Say it Bullsh** Yeah Bullsh**) Keep slingin that funky sh** (Bullsh**) How we do (Bulllsh** Yeah) [ VERSE 2: Hi-C ] The bullshti I write is the ultimate Not the counterfeit, but the legit sh** Now trip, I'm the writer of this script It'll make ya hop because it's so damn hip Bullsh** is like a thief, it'll run from your a** It's sort of like diarrhea, just splishedy-splash Bullsh** is bad, it'll rough you up Like a b**h with the drips it'll f** you up But then again it's tasty like beef Like a b**h s**in your dick without no teeth Feel good, now don't you want that feelin? Big bullsh**, that's the stuff that I'm dealin When I'm bullsh**tin, here's what I do Roll up a fat joint, grab a 40 or two Crack open a bottle and get to down that sh** I turn on the TV, watch some nasty flicks Now when you bullsh** you're not similar to Crawf You're locked up in the bathroom jackin off With a goddamn nasty book inside your hand That bullsh** is for the average man The men I know, hey, they like to f** Like to lick on some titties or get they dick s**ed That type of sh** goes on in life Where you bust a couple fo kids go get you a wife I'm the hip-hop hazard Hi-C And I will never quit, that's just the itsy-bit Of the bullsh** Yeah You know how I'm doin it Y'all n***as can't fade this Haha Steady rollin with the punches You know what I'm sayin? (Oh Hi-C, oh, your music be bumpin, boy You got it going on I know you're makin money now With your cute self Ahm, just let me know what you want me to do for you?) [ VERSE 3: Hi-C ] I want you to f** me and s** me and never stop lickin (Ah-a, I ain't finna do all that) Nah, I'm just bullsh**tin Cause deep down I really love ya Hey girl, I ain't lyin, I put that on ( ? ) Now what I say might sound like drag But I hope this bullsh** don't make you mad I know I promised you some money for you to fix your nails But it always seem like we goin to the motel But hey baby, I can handle this All my homeboys say I'm so muthaf**in skanless That it's a goddamn shame And young girls shouldn't be allowed to mention my name So what, I don't care, I don't give a f** Cause when it comes to p**y I just line 'em up I f** one, then I say who's next Hi-C get mo' p**y than a goddamn Kotex A Rough Rider when I'm f**in a ho I drop my dick like Macho Man dropped the elbow There's no age limit that I f** But I prefer you to be 13 on up I been servin bullsh**, now have you got your share? Quik, tell me was it funky? (Aw, f** yeah) Yeah Haha And we just bullsh**tin Y'all n***as know Cause I'm takin over Tony-A in the house Yeah-yeah We doin it And the beat goes on Haha That old gangster sh** All the n***as in my neighborhood Y'all n***as stay up I ain't forgot about y'all Yeah, all the homies We gon' flow on Born in Louisiana, n***a, raised in Compton Y'all know what's up