Quit Hatin', Pt2
[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)] Quit hatin motherf**ker, quit hatin! Quit hatin pus*y nigga, quit hatin! God damnit MOTHERf**kAHHH God damnit MOTHERf**kAHHH [Lyfe:] I got the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for war Call your boy I got the deals and I'm hittin the do' I got some niggaz with them figures waitin at the club Gettin jigga with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on one tonight I keep them hatin bitches up so they can mimic the game Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne Haha, y'all bitches ain't keep shit real Y'all bitches ain't got the wheel Y'all bitches done clappin ya traps and don't even know the f**kin deal Y'all just some hatin a*s hoes, mad cause these real niggaz chose Y'all bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya f**kin nose Cause this shit big shit bitch, I'm down with that player shit Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna s*ck his d**k Y'all bitches is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe It's Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes [Chorus] [Pimp C:] My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six So many games cookin whippin down 55 in this bitch Niggaz thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets I ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to eat From sales to hotels and dough from pote(?)nail Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen I'm comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens In Southern Benz, S-Cla*s, know what the f**k I mean? A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and s*ckin on nipples Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherf**kin nigga [Chorus] Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, killers Can only date the millionaires and drug dealers Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas Straight gangsters or them motherf**kein hoodfellas Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti And I, flaunt my titties like I'm on "s*x and the City" So here we go again, daddy short, why they hatin? Cause ain't none bitch this rich and hit makin [Chorus] [Too having convo that starts over Chorus] What's up Todd? What's up with you girl, what's goin on? Ahh shit, the usual, fly from here to there Doin a little bit of change, legal money - ha ha ha Like that? Guess what, you know you on my album right? What? So what are you saying Todd? He he he, I'm sayin that, it's goin down right now baby The song is called "Quit Hatin'," and I just wanna know What would you say to the haters in yo' life? Niggaz hatin.. bitches hatin.. f**k 'em! [Singer - repeat to fade:] You ain't gotta hate me so much Just show me some love, when I pull up on dubs And you ain't gotta pay me to f**k Just show me some love, when you see me at the club