| Song | Playa Hata |
| Artist | Luniz |
| Album | Operation Stackola |
| 作词 : Caldwell, CMT, E A Ski, Ellis ... | |
| *(teddy)* | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? | |
| Oh-hoo-hooooo baby, | |
| Oh yeahhhhh, | |
| Eh-heyyyy, | |
| Why you wanna playa hate on me?? | |
| Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Nobody can help him, | |
| So welcome to the land of ski maskes, | |
| We blastes, | |
| To bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses, | |
| The dust that's bein kicked up, | |
| An yuk is down to lick up, | |
| Do a stick up, | |
| At an armor truck pick up, | |
| Then get tucked, | |
| Up out the scenery, | |
| Wit greenery, | |
| Stopped up, watch up, | |
| Sew the block up wit creamery, | |
| The cream, i sling, got fiends on my team, | |
| Like a fiend i dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling, | |
| Sumpthin tremendous, | |
| They spend grip, | |
| Endless trips to macy's, they trade me, | |
| So playa hataz.... hate me, | |
| I keep the safety off my four-fifth, | |
| Hold it in focus, | |
| Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when i was the brokest, | |
| But notice, i got a lil mail now, | |
| Cuz everbody bump l-u-n-i-z like hell now, | |
| You juss a busta brown an blood you know, | |
| Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue, | |
| Really though. | |
| Chorus *(teddy)* | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 | |
| (why you playa hate??!!) x1 | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 | |
| (ooohhh!!) x1 | |
| Verse 2 *(knumskull)* | |
| I gots to, | |
| Keep my business to myself, | |
| Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded, | |
| Hatin get yo grill exploded, | |
| Quick, | |
| Severed, | |
| The first thing i heard, | |
| I stole a credit card from chris webber, | |
| I never knew that, | |
| But's who's that, an next, | |
| I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies lex, | |
| It be them broke ass, no cash, | |
| Bustaz tryin to quote.... that's why the town got rid 'o $hort, | |
| I think you busta browns need to wise up, | |
| Before we ride up, | |
| Stop, | |
| Sew up yo block, an sew them lies up, | |
| Once don't trip, | |
| Twice no grip, | |
| Three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine, | |
| I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still, | |
| Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal, | |
| You need to stop!! | |
| Hatin on, | |
| The c-n-o-t-e, d-r-u, an the l-u-n-i-z. | |
| *(chorus)* x4 | |
| Break it down, oh yeah, | |
| Fo the luniz an, they homies. | |
| I am here to let you know!! | |
| Gotta think for you.... so leave the luniz alone. | |
| Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Let me tell yo ass a story, yes, | |
| They juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that b.s. that | |
| You stress, | |
| When you test the young hugh heff, | |
| The tech a spit up, | |
| Chest get lit up, | |
| Foo that's a rigg up, | |
| Verse 4 *(knumskull)* | |
| Now i think the whole world knows me, | |
| Not what they should know, | |
| It's like rap an sellin crack is all i'm good for, | |
| Hangin in the hood for so long, | |
| I see why they talk, | |
| Bitches, | |
| Snitch a bustaz home. | |
| (can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??) | |
| Verse 5 *(yukmouth)* | |
| You're wrong i won't be offended, | |
| I be there hand in hand wit the pencil, | |
| Can it all be so simple, | |
| Like wu-tang, spit true game, to get pootang, | |
| From a nimfo. | |
| Verse 6 *(knumskull)* | |
| Now i keep sayin, | |
| Don't get mad cuz you can't bump me, | |
| But i'm still gonna spit it, | |
| Cuz you still don't get it, | |
| If it ain't noted, don't quote it, | |
| Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it, | |
| I don't understand! | |
| *(chorus)* |
| zuò cí : Caldwell, CMT, E A Ski, Ellis ... | |
| teddy | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? | |
| Ohhoohooooo baby, | |
| Oh yeahhhhh, | |
| Ehheyyyy, | |
| Why you wanna playa hate on me?? | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Nobody can help him, | |
| So welcome to the land of ski maskes, | |
| We blastes, | |
| To bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses, | |
| The dust that' s bein kicked up, | |
| An yuk is down to lick up, | |
| Do a stick up, | |
| At an armor truck pick up, | |
| Then get tucked, | |
| Up out the scenery, | |
| Wit greenery, | |
| Stopped up, watch up, | |
| Sew the block up wit creamery, | |
| The cream, i sling, got fiends on my team, | |
| Like a fiend i dream, an hoes swing on my dingaling, | |
| Sumpthin tremendous, | |
| They spend grip, | |
| Endless trips to macy' s, they trade me, | |
| So playa hataz.... hate me, | |
| I keep the safety off my fourfifth, | |
| Hold it in focus, | |
| Fools didn' t used to trip on my dick when i was the brokest, | |
| But notice, i got a lil mail now, | |
| Cuz everbody bump luniz like hell now, | |
| You juss a busta brown an blood you know, | |
| Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue, | |
| Really though. | |
| Chorus teddy | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 | |
| why you playa hate??!! x1 | |
| Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 | |
| ooohhh!! x1 | |
| Verse 2 knumskull | |
| I gots to, | |
| Keep my business to myself, | |
| Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it' s loaded, | |
| Hatin get yo grill exploded, | |
| Quick, | |
| Severed, | |
| The first thing i heard, | |
| I stole a credit card from chris webber, | |
| I never knew that, | |
| But' s who' s that, an next, | |
| I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies lex, | |
| It be them broke ass, no cash, | |
| Bustaz tryin to quote.... that' s why the town got rid ' o hort, | |
| I think you busta browns need to wise up, | |
| Before we ride up, | |
| Stop, | |
| Sew up yo block, an sew them lies up, | |
| Once don' t trip, | |
| Twice no grip, | |
| Three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine, | |
| I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still, | |
| Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal, | |
| You need to stop!! | |
| Hatin on, | |
| The cnote, dru, an the luniz. | |
| chorus x4 | |
| Break it down, oh yeah, | |
| Fo the luniz an, they homies. | |
| I am here to let you know!! | |
| Gotta think for you.... so leave the luniz alone. | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| Let me tell yo ass a story, yes, | |
| They juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that b. s. that | |
| You stress, | |
| When you test the young hugh heff, | |
| The tech a spit up, | |
| Chest get lit up, | |
| Foo that' s a rigg up, | |
| Verse 4 knumskull | |
| Now i think the whole world knows me, | |
| Not what they should know, | |
| It' s like rap an sellin crack is all i' m good for, | |
| Hangin in the hood for so long, | |
| I see why they talk, | |
| Bitches, | |
| Snitch a bustaz home. | |
| can we talkkkk.... fo a minute?? | |
| Verse 5 yukmouth | |
| You' re wrong i won' t be offended, | |
| I be there hand in hand wit the pencil, | |
| Can it all be so simple, | |
| Like wutang, spit true game, to get pootang, | |
| From a nimfo. | |
| Verse 6 knumskull | |
| Now i keep sayin, | |
| Don' t get mad cuz you can' t bump me, | |
| But i' m still gonna spit it, | |
| Cuz you still don' t get it, | |
| If it ain' t noted, don' t quote it, | |
| Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain' t showed it, | |
| I don' t understand! | |
| chorus |