No Bullshit — текст песни (DJ Quik f 2nd II None)

[2nd II None]
All the way from the hood
One chocolate nigga up to no good
Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it`s like that
Too many fools on a mission
Tryin to put in work for a hood they ain`t even got they ass in
Everybody got beef, with me and my crew
But ain`t nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do?)
Talkin all day shit
Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip
Man, fuck the red and the blue team
Fool, my color runs green
and it`ll stay as I choose
And if my homies ain`t down, they catchin the blues
They wanna stab me in my back huh?
But soon as they do, I`m comin back at cha
The same go for a bitch
She wanna fuck and be good, til the money maker switch
And then I`m out on my limbs
Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind
Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
And sometimes - I can`t trust my damn self!
It`s a god damn shame
Ain`t no reason to blame, one fool or one game
But it`s life and a nigga gotta deal with it
Man, I`m just tired of the bullshit

[DJ Quik]
Now if the gangsta shit is what you`re cravin for
And the funky ass tape is what you`re savin for
Then look no further, cause I`m the brother
And I`ma break it down and kick the shit once more
Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out
Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out
Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out
And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
that`s the same motherfucker you`ll be hidin in
Fifteen holes, flat tires and you`re windows gone
Now what`s really goin on?
From Denver to Phoenix and even St. Louis
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
And to the suckaz thinkin that a nigga wouldn`t steal
how your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?
Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor
And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way
shoutin, Whattup cuz? just to see what I`d say
But I ain`t trippin, just checkin a grip
I ain`t crippin or even ruinin blood`n, just smokin a bud`n
gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit
Then come up in my face with that bullshit