Quit Hatin' Pt. 1 Lyrics - Singles - Too Short

What, what? Wha', what, what? 

Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' Eastside Boyz 

Short DawgOnce again at yo' ass 

Bitch, this go out to all the pussy niggaz 

That see us when we walk in the club and just be mean muggin' 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

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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 bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac 

They come and spread they ass 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 

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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 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

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' ass suckers in the place 

You better stop starin' in my motherfuckin' face 

Too many jealous thoughts goin' through yo' mind 

You mad like you guilty, goin' to do some time 

Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date 

But you just talkin' shit I figure you just wanna hate 

You hater 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

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', nigga, 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, fuckin' 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' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin' 

God damnit motherfuckah 

God damnit motherfuckah 

Yeah, we got some real players in this motherfucker 

Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents 

Yeah, we see you haters up in this motherfucker 

Tryin' to kick it like us real players but you know what we gon' do? 

We gon' sift you motherfuckin' haters out 

And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin' ass 

Yeah, that's right, whup that hater's ass 

Beat his ass, like he stole somethin' 

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin' 

Now slow it down for the retarded people