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Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera R > Redman > Malpractice - Da Bullshit(feat. Icarus)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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