Player Haters Lyrics

(Car honks) -Girl, bring yo muthafuckin ass on, I ain't got all day! Come on. -Muthafucka, don't be rushin me! Here I come, damn! -(mumbling) -Damn, always playin and shit, just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit! -(normal) What's up? -Shit. -Oh, well what you wanna do today? -Nigga, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot. -Oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if I got it, you know what I'm sayin? -Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick? -Hmm, what's this? -This that Dayton Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is tight. -What? This bullshit? Get this shit out my car! We ain't playin no Dayton Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin. -Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa hater. [Shoestring] No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, I started you I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got to go Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz wanna playa hate me Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin booger Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters. Chorus (4X): My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater (Player hated, player hated) [Ghetto E] Playa hation, this is the situation that I'm up against These niggaz be hollerin my name, I'm bootin that cane and that's evidence What I done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then I fucked your boo You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick from state to state Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got caught with weight Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a killa's talkin Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D and now yo ass is walkin Rats want they cheese F-E-Ds had some scent degrees You get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with G's Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check Wanna send me up, and pen me up like I'm a fuckin pet P-L to the A-Y-E-R-H-A-T to the fuckin E You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see The facts of life are that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me gators Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player haters Chorus (4X) [Yo, my nigga ???, niggaz be playa hatin with two.] [They gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. Check it out.] [Esham] Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin? I be gettin my slang on down on Dayton Me and Shoestring, doin our thing Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine See a been a millionaire since ninety-one Unholy Esham, I'm my mama's son All you rappers out there sayin you in gold But ain't got shit to show for the records you sold I.D. told me let a ho be a ho Niggaz hate you got paid, they playa hatin you so Fuck them niggaz, they gon die and nobody'll show At they ho ass funeral, cause only you'll know Niggaz get paid when they stay true to the game Fuck them hoes and get the money, steady fuckin the fame See me and Ghetto E kinda feel the same, All ya'll playa hatin niggaz out there no ya'll name And ya'll some playa haters Chorus (4X)