[Lil` Jon]
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
wha`, what, what?
Lil` Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo` ass (YEAHHHH!)
Bitch!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here)
that see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
and just be mean muggin!
[Chorus: Lil` Jon - repeat 2X]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
[Twista]
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 -
[Twista - really fast]
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
[Twista]
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
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
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!
[Chorus]
[V. White]
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
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
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..
