Hi-C

Hi-C - Bullshit lyrics

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[VERSE 1: Hi-C]

Bullshit, that's the title of this shit

And when you hear bullshit, you say that shit hit

Now quit, don't try to fuck 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 bitch, give up the pussy 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 ass 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 hoe, don't try and do me

I'm cool and patiently I been waitin

Skanless stuck-up bitches, them's the ones I be hatin

And when it's time to get a dick-pack

They always come with that shitty act

(I'm sorry Hi-C, we can't go out tonight)

Fuck that shit, y'all make a nigga 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 pussy 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 shit was slappin, clappin, flappin like elephant ears

I said "Damn" they big as fuck

A little bit too big for Hi-C to suck

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 cock"

She said, "Ah-a, stop boy, that's enough, I quit"

Now how would you feel if I just slapped you, bitch?

I'm hittin harder than a bullet, my rhymes don't quit

I'm Hi-C, hoe, so stop poppin that bullshit



(Come on y'all, say it

Bullshit)

Yeah

(Yeah

Bullshit)

Y'all niggaz thought I was sellin out

(Louder

Bullshit

Everybody

Say it

Bullshit

Yeah

Bullshit)

Keep slingin that funky shit

(Bullshit)

How we do

(Bulllshit

Yeah)



[VERSE 2: Hi-C]

The bullshti I write is the ultimate

Not the counterfeit, but the legit shit

Now trip, I'm the writer of this script

It'll make ya hop because it's so damn hip

Bullshit is like a thief, it'll run from your ass

It's sort of like diarrhea, just splishedy-splash

Bullshit is bad, it'll rough you up

Like a bitch with the drips it'll fuck you up

But then again it's tasty like beef

Like a bitch suckin your dick without no teeth

Feel good, now don't you want that feelin?

Big bullshit, that's the stuff that I'm dealin

When I'm bullshittin, here's what I do

Roll up a fat joint, grab a 40 or two

Crack open a bottle and get to down that shit

I turn on the TV, watch some nasty flicks

Now when you bullshit you're not similar to Crawf

You're locked up in the bathroom jackin off

With a goddamn nasty book inside your hand

That bullshit is for the average man

The men I know, hey, they like to fuck

Like to lick on some titties or get they dick sucked

That type of shit 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 bullshit



Yeah

You know how I'm doin it

Y'all niggaz 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 fuck me and suck me and never stop lickin

(Ah-a, I ain't finna do all that) Nah, I'm just bullshittin

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 bullshit 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 muthafuckin 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 fuck

Cause when it comes to pussy I just line 'em up

I fuck one, then I say who's next

Hi-C get mo' pussy than a goddamn Kotex

A Rough Rider when I'm fuckin a hoe

I drop my dick like Macho Man dropped the elbow

There's no age limit that I fuck

But I prefer you to be 13 on up

I been servin bullshit, now have you got your share?

Quik, tell me was it funky? (Aw, fuck yeah)



Yeah

Haha

And we just bullshittin

Y'all niggaz 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 shit

All the niggaz in my neighborhood

Y'all niggaz stay up

I ain't forgot about y'all

Yeah, all the homies

We gon' flow on

Born in Louisiana, nigga, raised in Compton

Y'all know what's up
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