Record Haters Lyrics - Tha Hall Of Game - E-40

Yo check it out. 

Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace. 

(Yo what up kid?) 

From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again? 

(Sshh. The Bullets man.) 

Yea right, right. 

So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, 

this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, 

tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor? 

(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, 

the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, 

you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's, 

and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.) 

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Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot fins 

You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz 

Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy 

somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me 

yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins 

get ready to pay the price? pee-wee no catchin 

Who got change fo this brand new hundred? 

Staight outta welfare 

when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare 

spend about a half a hundred thousand 

boost up my coins 

preceed to spit mo supafly 

than Donald Goins 

this game is so damn hemrigin 

that I be delivin 

these niggas don't understand my shit 

but they surrendurin 

simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off 

lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough 

messy hoes, got my name between they teeth 

juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST 

graduated from the dope game 

phat ass wallets 

What's that niggas name? 

Rasheed Wallace! 

You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne 

I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate 

mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you 

Nigga! 

The Click will biatch! 

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Big Lurch & E-40 

Record Hatin bitches! 

Suave game and snitches! 

(Learn about it bitch!) 

We should cease you from existance. 

(That's right) 

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(Mutha fucka!) 

Ya Record Hatin bitches 

(Trademark.) 

there's no way you could get wit this 

(Stick to basketball nigga!) 

we should cease you from existance 

niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(Biatch!) 

Got another muthafucka on my shit list 

I'm a cut off his dick list 

I mean my hit list 

my rest in piss list 

dude that be hangin around Nas 

you know, gay baby 

nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " 

after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit 

Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I 

that's when I spotted him 

that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque 

nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car 

when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac 

all up in yo fake ass videos (ok) 

champagne an coffin full of skrill 

nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills 

I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at 

I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya 

that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt 

don't make no sense to talk that talk 

if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk 

zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up 

Biatch! 

Biatch! 

I gives a fuck! Biatch! 

It's major pain. 

Nigga don't know a damn thang about me. 

You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! 

Monkey mouthed biatch! 

Biatch! 

Record Hatin bitches! 

Suave game and snitches! 

(Learn about it bitch!) 

We should cease you from existance. 

(That's right) 

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(Shouldn't be livin.) 

Ya Record Hatin bitches! 

(Record Hatin bitches!) 

there's no way you could get wit this 

(Uh.) 

We should cease you from existance 

(V-Town bitch!) 

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(E'ry time) 

When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind 

in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time 

had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine 

was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine 

it was me an my potna from Suave House Records 

Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click 

8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper 

all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine 

beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time 

40 get yo marbles man, get yo change 

take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes 

that's what I was taught to do 

by my big homie thou 

you can always be a nigga, 

but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo' 

over night sensation, never me 

all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV 

my niggas 3X Krazy laced me 

taught me how to say "fa sheezy" 

told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy 

we can shoot it out, or we can fight 

You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? 

Shoot me some peace bitch! 

Record Hatin bitches! 

(Record hatin bitches!) 

Suave game and snitches! 

(Suave game and snitches!) 

We should cease you from existance. 

(That's rich.) 

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(Suck-els!) 

Ya Record Hatin bitches 

(Lil ol, biatch!) 

There's no way you could get wit this 

(That's right.) 

We should cease you from existance 

(Learn about it.) 

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. 

(That's right.)