Quit Hatin'(Pt. 1) - Too hort

Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy what, what?

Wha', 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 (whassup)

And just be mean muggin!

Lil' Jon

Lil' Jon

Quit hatin motherf**ker, quit hatin!

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

God damnit motherfackahhh

God damnit motherfackahhh

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' goin for, six hundred a ounce

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!

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

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