Songtexte:
Hi C Bullshit

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

a nigga get in my way, nigga I take they pipe, they monkey wrenches, they waterholes Nigga, pander they lighters, nigga Robbery, nigga For cocaine! Doub C

Guess who? Jigga, ya heard? Timbaland, ya heard? Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon c'mon Uh uh, uh uh G G, G gyeah, yo G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah gyeah Turn this

the ass with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee

nigga, DJ Quik The almighty, funkster The baddest to ever touch the MPC60 Worth three thousand, you don't hear me Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi C Droppin'

gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Its bullshit its jumping on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Its bullshit

of my dreams From my eyesight that was what it seemed I said, uh, come a little bit closer To Scoob that night, choice guy, she said "Hi Hi, hi, I've

"The following presentation is rated R." Hi-C Uhh! God damn! Yeah! Hi-C This my nigga DJ motherfuckin Quik We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster

the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's It