Song | Quit Hatin', Pt. 1 |
Artist | Too Short |
Album | What's My Favorite Word? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
Yea, yea, e- | |
YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? | |
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) | |
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) | |
Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) | |
Bitch!! (Yeah!) | |
This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here) that see us when we walk in the club (whassup) and just be mean muggin! [Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X] | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH [Twista] | |
High cause | |
I'm tokin the choke and smokin on | |
Purple Haze and | |
I'm coughin | |
Got some new | |
Nike's on my feet, even my | |
Caddy wear | |
Jordans Now bitches be on my dick when | |
I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac | |
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back | |
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips | |
With them lil' ol' thongs on, | |
I can almost see they coochie lips | |
And she backin that thing up on me, so | |
I do the damn thing and pop her | |
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka | |
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and | |
Twista And | |
I know the ladies know we love to cut, | |
I can tell it when they whisper | |
They say - [Twista - really fast] | |
See the ballin niggaz in the party | |
They came in new | |
Escalades | |
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby | |
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on [Twista] | |
We about to break your back and your hip | |
Smoke a sack and just sip | |
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp | |
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce | |
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce [Chorus] [Too $hort] | |
Show me love when you see me, don't hate | |
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? | |
Charge it to the game, if | |
I lose, I lose | |
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes | |
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick | |
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? | |
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball | |
Up against the wall, just got another number to call | |
Y'all see me | |
I'm a real player, | |
I do this nightly | |
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me | |
All you hatin ass suckers in the place | |
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
But you just talkin shit | |
I figure you just wanna hate | |
You hater! [Chorus] [V. White] | |
Now you can catch me | |
I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head | |
In the rearview, make a wrong move and | |
I gotsta have your head | |
I put 23's in the game on the | |
Avalanche and give you the blues | |
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise | |
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that | |
It's just | |
V. White, | |
T. $hort, | |
Twista boy we blazin on track | |
It's just that | |
Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper | |
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper | |
You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin | |
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then | |
I'd be hatin on somethin | |
Nah but nope, not me, | |
I give 'em out, above the knee | |
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me | |
Now you can hate me all you want to cause | |
I ain't hard to find | |
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine | |
That'll leave a hole in your dome like | |
Rogaine, old school like road games | |
You can't stop me from shinin, | |
I'm highly flammable like propane [Chorus] [Too $hort] | |
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker | |
Too $hort, | |
Twista, V. | |
White, Lil' | |
Jon, Eastside | |
Boyz, Delinquents | |
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
But you know what we gon' do? | |
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass | |
Beat his ass! | |
Like he stole somethin.. [Lil' Jon] | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! [$hort] | |
Now slow it down for the retarded people |
zuo ci : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
Yea, yea, e | |
YEAHHHH! Okayyyyyy what, what? wha', what, what? | |
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
Eastside Boyz! Yeahhhh | |
Short Dawg! YeahHHH | |
Once again at yo' ass YEAHHHH! | |
Bitch!! Yeah! | |
This go out to all the pussy niggaz listen here that see us when we walk in the club whassup and just be mean muggin! Chorus: Lil' Jon repeat 2X | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH Twista | |
High cause | |
I' m tokin the choke and smokin on | |
Purple Haze and | |
I' m coughin | |
Got some new | |
Nike' s on my feet, even my | |
Caddy wear | |
Jordans Now bitches be on my dick when | |
I pull up in a platinum blue ' llac | |
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back | |
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips | |
With them lil' ol' thongs on, | |
I can almost see they coochie lips | |
And she backin that thing up on me, so | |
I do the damn thing and pop her | |
With a lil' curl that hahangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka | |
Just cause it' s us in the club they krunk, it' s hort and | |
Twista And | |
I know the ladies know we love to cut, | |
I can tell it when they whisper | |
They say Twista really fast | |
See the ballin niggaz in the party | |
They came in new | |
Escalades | |
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby | |
I' m with that, come freak all in my body, it' s on Twista | |
We about to break your back and your hip | |
Smoke a sack and just sip | |
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp | |
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce | |
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce Chorus Too hort | |
Show me love when you see me, don' t hate | |
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? | |
Charge it to the game, if | |
I lose, I lose | |
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes | |
You must be a magician cause you' re nothin but a trick | |
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? | |
I get ' em all, suited at the player' s ball | |
Up against the wall, just got another number to call | |
Y' all see me | |
I' m a real player, | |
I do this nightly | |
You wanna fight me, cause you can' t be like me | |
All you hatin ass suckers in the place | |
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
But you just talkin shit | |
I figure you just wanna hate | |
You hater! Chorus V. White | |
Now you can catch me | |
I80 in the diamond lane gettin head | |
In the rearview, make a wrong move and | |
I gotsta have your head | |
I put 23' s in the game on the | |
Avalanche and give you the blues | |
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise | |
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that | |
It' s just | |
V. White, | |
T. hort, | |
Twista boy we blazin on track | |
It' s just that | |
Eastside psychochronological mindstopper | |
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper | |
You better get up, get out, get somethin nigga, and stop frontin | |
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then | |
I' d be hatin on somethin | |
Nah but nope, not me, | |
I give ' em out, above the knee | |
You could catch one in the torso, b212, fuckin with me | |
Now you can hate me all you want to cause | |
I ain' t hard to find | |
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine | |
That' ll leave a hole in your dome like | |
Rogaine, old school like road games | |
You can' t stop me from shinin, | |
I' m highly flammable like propane Chorus Too hort | |
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker | |
Too hort, | |
Twista, V. | |
White, Lil' | |
Jon, Eastside | |
Boyz, Delinquents | |
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
But you know what we gon' do? | |
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
Yeah that' s right, whup that hater' s ass | |
Beat his ass! | |
Like he stole somethin.. Lil' Jon | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! hort | |
Now slow it down for the retarded people |
zuò cí : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
Yea, yea, e | |
YEAHHHH! Okayyyyyy what, what? wha', what, what? | |
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
Eastside Boyz! Yeahhhh | |
Short Dawg! YeahHHH | |
Once again at yo' ass YEAHHHH! | |
Bitch!! Yeah! | |
This go out to all the pussy niggaz listen here that see us when we walk in the club whassup and just be mean muggin! Chorus: Lil' Jon repeat 2X | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH God damnit | |
MOTHERFUCK | |
AHHH Twista | |
High cause | |
I' m tokin the choke and smokin on | |
Purple Haze and | |
I' m coughin | |
Got some new | |
Nike' s on my feet, even my | |
Caddy wear | |
Jordans Now bitches be on my dick when | |
I pull up in a platinum blue ' llac | |
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back | |
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips | |
With them lil' ol' thongs on, | |
I can almost see they coochie lips | |
And she backin that thing up on me, so | |
I do the damn thing and pop her | |
With a lil' curl that hahangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka | |
Just cause it' s us in the club they krunk, it' s hort and | |
Twista And | |
I know the ladies know we love to cut, | |
I can tell it when they whisper | |
They say Twista really fast | |
See the ballin niggaz in the party | |
They came in new | |
Escalades | |
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby | |
I' m with that, come freak all in my body, it' s on Twista | |
We about to break your back and your hip | |
Smoke a sack and just sip | |
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp | |
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce | |
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce Chorus Too hort | |
Show me love when you see me, don' t hate | |
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? | |
Charge it to the game, if | |
I lose, I lose | |
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes | |
You must be a magician cause you' re nothin but a trick | |
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? | |
I get ' em all, suited at the player' s ball | |
Up against the wall, just got another number to call | |
Y' all see me | |
I' m a real player, | |
I do this nightly | |
You wanna fight me, cause you can' t be like me | |
All you hatin ass suckers in the place | |
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
But you just talkin shit | |
I figure you just wanna hate | |
You hater! Chorus V. White | |
Now you can catch me | |
I80 in the diamond lane gettin head | |
In the rearview, make a wrong move and | |
I gotsta have your head | |
I put 23' s in the game on the | |
Avalanche and give you the blues | |
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise | |
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that | |
It' s just | |
V. White, | |
T. hort, | |
Twista boy we blazin on track | |
It' s just that | |
Eastside psychochronological mindstopper | |
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper | |
You better get up, get out, get somethin nigga, and stop frontin | |
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then | |
I' d be hatin on somethin | |
Nah but nope, not me, | |
I give ' em out, above the knee | |
You could catch one in the torso, b212, fuckin with me | |
Now you can hate me all you want to cause | |
I ain' t hard to find | |
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine | |
That' ll leave a hole in your dome like | |
Rogaine, old school like road games | |
You can' t stop me from shinin, | |
I' m highly flammable like propane Chorus Too hort | |
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker | |
Too hort, | |
Twista, V. | |
White, Lil' | |
Jon, Eastside | |
Boyz, Delinquents | |
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
But you know what we gon' do? | |
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
Yeah that' s right, whup that hater' s ass | |
Beat his ass! | |
Like he stole somethin.. Lil' Jon | |
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! hort | |
Now slow it down for the retarded people |