Dont Hate on Me — текст песни (Jermaine Dupri)





[da brat talking]



[chorus]

Nigga, dont you hate on me, why dont you go and get you some?

Dont you hate on me, why dont you go and get you some? 4x



[krayzie bone]

Motherfucker, go get you some

Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at

Put your blunts in the air, yall nigga get fried to this

To the ? ? ? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker

What you niggas really wanna do? big ballers flossin

Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin

Oh let me give them what they say and run em in they face

What they say? "oh nothin"

Buster, hitem in they shit anyway (hey)

Thats how we play, stil thuggin aint a thing change

Still the same name, love the face

Real, real niggas, thats all I gotta say

You fuckin with the real, you ball to get gusted

Really, the real aint shit to be fucked wit

Protected by the niner, when you careful

The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin to make you duck the whloe flock

Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff

Showstopper, fuckin em up with diesel

Whats pumpin the shotgun?

Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect

Thats all we want but nigga, you dont feel me

Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin with jd

Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat

Just like that



[da brat]

I aint fixin to be the bitch to procastinatin

Niggas wanna be shippin me half a cake

Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take

Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate

Some of you hoes is overrated with flows

The salvatell takeem to the rehab and getem re-instated

My lyrical content send other bitches to convents

Pray for me to be deleted but thats nonsense

Been the bomb since 74 aries

I can see how ya nigga be lookin at me

He want to get in between the sheets

Leave the wallet and the keys for me

I aint persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me

Nigga, we can fuck free frequently

You study me, but another me could never be sold

Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4

When niggasll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off

Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off

When Im finished droppin em al off on the west side of chi, Im ridin high

Thinkin of way to make it through the major of the paper chase

Slidin by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when its time to die



[chorus]



See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin to get me stuffed

Im flyin on out of what? iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck

Knockin bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up

Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?

Niggas cant fuck with us

Like busta bust, we dangerous

And you know that if I peel I got mo

Yall peel, its gone, thats why the ice grill on

When the wheel on by yall niggas in the corner

Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"

Dont worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo goddamn self

How you shit on shelf and how you sit around

Wishin that a nigga would sign to so so def

Im a a-t-l-a-n-t-alien

Never been known to play with

Cant none of yall see me, so yall niggas dont really need to say shit

With all your paper-hatin, paper-hatin and your bad looks

What yall need to do is shut up

And take heed to what my nigga sayin in the hook



[chorus til end]



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