Lyrics:
Hater Hater
how does it feel when you u see me countin' paper paper ?
Some don't like me cause I left the block
I can't be about 40 still on the block
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
(Chorus)
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I
a hundon
Ooh yeah Gucci python ooh yeah
She play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm
Lil nigga pop when I told him come see about me
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my spot to your block)
[2x]
[Mr. Lil One]
Well I'm Lil One I got bitches galore
You may have a lot bitches
of letting go
Know you wanna get behind the wheel, but only one Rida
Eyes shut, still got me swimming like a diver
Can't let go, I got fans in Okinawa
My
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
eyelash
And let her face be holdin' the baby, now she after yo ass!
Yeah, I told y'all niggas
About god damn takin' them hoez to the cheeseacake Factory
on the left, right, front and rear
When I step up in the spot this is all I hear
I said Lil' Bow Wow you just don't know
The way you move so fast across
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves you makin'
Baby,
drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them fours, I
no different 'round here
Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you)
Come on watch the garden grow
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
lil' mama what it do?
Yeah nigga I'm burnt, lil' mama what it do?
Shorty you burnt, lil' mama what it do?
If a nigga make a move, lil' mama comin'
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You think you know me but you really don't know
Me, if I could
Walk through
I'm fascinated by you.
There's something about you
That makes all the difference.
Like the night is to day.
Well I can get along without you,
But I
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
Dogg
You know what I'm saying
Yeah giving a shout out
Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit
To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records
Like this
187.4fm on your
set
Aww nah, Dogg ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for a bunch
drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them fours, I
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
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