Quit Hatin', Pt. 1 (Explicit) - Too $hort/Twista/Verdine White/Lil Jon (乔纳森·史密斯)/The EastSide Boyz

Yeah yeah yeah Okay

What what what what what

Lil' Jon and the motherf**kin Eastside Boyz (Yeahhhh)

Short Dawg (YeahHHH)

Once again at yo' a** (YEAHHHH )

B**ch (Yeah )

This go out to all the p**sy niggaz (listen here)

That see us when we walk in the club (what's up)

And just be mean muggin

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

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 b**ches be on my dick

When I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac

They come and spread they a** 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

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

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' going for

Six hundred a ounce

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

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 a** suckers in the place

You better stop starin in my motherf**kin face

Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind

You mad like you guilty goin to do some time

Pay yo' p**sy bill ni**a if you want a date

But you just talkin sh*t I figure you just wanna hate

You hater

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

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

Ni**a 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 f**kin 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

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Quit hatin p**sy ni**a quit hatin

God damnit motherf**kahhh

God damnit motherf**kahhh

Yeah we got some real players in this motherf**ker

Too $hort Twista V White Lil' Jon

Eastside Boyz Delinquents

Yeah we see you haters up in this motherf**ker

Tryin to kick it like us real players

But you know what we gon' do

We gon' sift you motherf**kin haters out

And we gon' beat yo' motherf**kin a**

Yeah that's right whup that hater's a**

Beat his a**

Like he stole somethin

Quit hatin motherf**ker quit hatin

Now slow it down for the retarded people