โหลดเพลง mp3 Quit Hatin' (Pt.2) - Too $hort

Quit Hatin'(Pt.2) - Too $hort
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