Song | U Love 2 hate |
Artist | Yukmouth |
Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dean, Ellis | |
Yes! | |
It's that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! | |
U love 2 hate! | |
This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
Look me in my face, i'm that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! (fire! fire! fire!) | |
It's that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Stop it. | |
(ah, ah) | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Nigga, i ain't fake! | |
Verse 1 | |
Before this rap shit | |
I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
Fuck this rap shit | |
Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
Runnin away from task tactics | |
Hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards | |
Before this music | |
I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin it | |
Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
Abusin it | |
I moved then it was all bad | |
It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
Got shot in the ass, bra | |
But ain't no love lost see | |
Cuz now i have yo ass off the g's | |
An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
Double cross me | |
I could move across seas, and outta state | |
Smokin weed | |
Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
Ya still hate nigga. | |
Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
Cuz i'm that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo bitch it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Smoke-a-lot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Yes, it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
Check it. | |
What? | |
Nigga.... uh. | |
Verse 2 | |
Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
Broads, listen! | |
Or is it because i'm ridin around in range rove's? | |
4 point 6, g-s 400 on dubb mo-mo's | |
An both of my shit's got t.v.'s in 'em, what you don't know | |
What the fuck you grind fo? | |
Juss to pay note to the nine-four | |
I'm ridin 9-8 shit | |
Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
I flipped townhouse, you still at mom's house basement | |
Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain't shit | |
Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
Probably take a slug fo you | |
But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
Nigga! | |
Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
Hate. | |
It's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Uh! | |
I'm that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo potnas it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
What? | |
Why you hate me nigga? | |
Verse 3 | |
Uh. | |
Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby's | |
Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
"da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
Signin autographs | |
Lil kids run up an hug me | |
I'm from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
Highschool flunky | |
Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain't dishin fo he | |
But fuck ya'll nigga! | |
What the fuck you done fo me? | |
But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
Or is it because i used to funk wit $hort an master p | |
Hatin niggas after me, but now won't capture me | |
Nigga you can't even go gold | |
What the fuck you sold? | |
Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
Smoke-a-lot, i got to record lable also | |
Phats, l.q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
Ridin harley's, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
Pick up | |
Cuz it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
U love 2 hate! | |
Yours truly. | |
Done deal. | |
That nigga u love 2 hate |
zuo qu : Dean, Ellis | |
Yes! | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! | |
U love 2 hate! | |
This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
Look me in my face, i' m that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! fire! fire! fire! | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Stop it. | |
ah, ah | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Nigga, i ain' t fake! | |
Verse 1 | |
Before this rap shit | |
I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
Fuck this rap shit | |
Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
Runnin away from task tactics | |
Hop fences leavin ' em ass backwards | |
Before this music | |
I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
Don' t you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
I got a head but ain' t no screws in it, losin it | |
Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
Abusin it | |
I moved then it was all bad | |
It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
Got shot in the ass, bra | |
But ain' t no love lost see | |
Cuz now i have yo ass off the g' s | |
An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
Double cross me | |
I could move across seas, and outta state | |
Smokin weed | |
Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
Ya still hate nigga. | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
Cuz i' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo bitch it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Smokealot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Yes, it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
Check it. | |
What? | |
Nigga.... uh. | |
Verse 2 | |
Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
Broads, listen! | |
Or is it because i' m ridin around in range rove' s? | |
4 point 6, gs 400 on dubb momo' s | |
An both of my shit' s got t. v.' s in ' em, what you don' t know | |
What the fuck you grind fo? | |
Juss to pay note to the ninefour | |
I' m ridin 98 shit | |
Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
I flipped townhouse, you still at mom' s house basement | |
Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain' t shit | |
Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
Probably take a slug fo you | |
But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
Nigga! | |
Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
Hate. | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Uh! | |
I' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo potnas it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
What? | |
Why you hate me nigga? | |
Verse 3 | |
Uh. | |
Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby' s | |
Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
" da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
Signin autographs | |
Lil kids run up an hug me | |
I' m from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
Highschool flunky | |
Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain' t dishin fo he | |
But fuck ya' ll nigga! | |
What the fuck you done fo me? | |
But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
Or is it because i used to funk wit hort an master p | |
Hatin niggas after me, but now won' t capture me | |
Nigga you can' t even go gold | |
What the fuck you sold? | |
Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
Smokealot, i got to record lable also | |
Phats, l. q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
Ridin harley' s, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
Pick up | |
Cuz it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
U love 2 hate! | |
Yours truly. | |
Done deal. | |
That nigga u love 2 hate |
zuò qǔ : Dean, Ellis | |
Yes! | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! | |
U love 2 hate! | |
This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
Look me in my face, i' m that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Yes! fire! fire! fire! | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Stop it. | |
ah, ah | |
Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
Nigga, i ain' t fake! | |
Verse 1 | |
Before this rap shit | |
I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
Fuck this rap shit | |
Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
Runnin away from task tactics | |
Hop fences leavin ' em ass backwards | |
Before this music | |
I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
Don' t you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
I got a head but ain' t no screws in it, losin it | |
Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
Abusin it | |
I moved then it was all bad | |
It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
Got shot in the ass, bra | |
But ain' t no love lost see | |
Cuz now i have yo ass off the g' s | |
An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
Double cross me | |
I could move across seas, and outta state | |
Smokin weed | |
Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
Ya still hate nigga. | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
Cuz i' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo bitch it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Smokealot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Yes, it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
Check it. | |
What? | |
Nigga.... uh. | |
Verse 2 | |
Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
Broads, listen! | |
Or is it because i' m ridin around in range rove' s? | |
4 point 6, gs 400 on dubb momo' s | |
An both of my shit' s got t. v.' s in ' em, what you don' t know | |
What the fuck you grind fo? | |
Juss to pay note to the ninefour | |
I' m ridin 98 shit | |
Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
I flipped townhouse, you still at mom' s house basement | |
Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain' t shit | |
Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
Probably take a slug fo you | |
But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
Nigga! | |
Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
Hate. | |
It' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
Uh! | |
I' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Tell yo potnas it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
What? | |
Why you hate me nigga? | |
Verse 3 | |
Uh. | |
Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby' s | |
Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
" da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
Signin autographs | |
Lil kids run up an hug me | |
I' m from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
Highschool flunky | |
Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain' t dishin fo he | |
But fuck ya' ll nigga! | |
What the fuck you done fo me? | |
But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
Or is it because i used to funk wit hort an master p | |
Hatin niggas after me, but now won' t capture me | |
Nigga you can' t even go gold | |
What the fuck you sold? | |
Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
Smokealot, i got to record lable also | |
Phats, l. q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
Ridin harley' s, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
Pick up | |
Cuz it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
U love 2 hate! | |
Yours truly. | |
Done deal. | |
That nigga u love 2 hate |