Quit Hatin', Pt. 1 - Too $hort/Twista (Carl Mitchell)/Lil Jon (乔纳森·史密斯) 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 404

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