Bobby Caldwell - Playa Hata lyrics

[Teddy] Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? Oh-hoo-hooooo baby Oh yeahhhhh Eh-heyyyy Why you wanna playa hate on me?? [Yukmouth] Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes We blastes to bust a couple of caps up in they weak a**es The dust that's bein kicked up, and Yuk is down to lick up Do a stick up at an armored truck pick up, then get tucked Up out the scenery with greenery Stopped up, watch up sew the block up wit creamery The cream, I sling, got fiends on my team Like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling Sumpthin tremendous, they spend grip, endless trips to Macy's They trade me, so playa haters... hate me I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest But notice, I got a lil mail now Cause everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now You juss a busta brown an blood you know Chris spreadin faulty +Rumors+ around the Town like Club Nouveau Really though [Hook: Teddy] Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? {*2X*} (Why you playa hate??!!) Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? {*2X*} (Ooohhh!!) [Knumskull] I gots to keep my business to myself Cause haters talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded Hatin get yo grill exploded, quick, severed The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber I never knew that, but's who's that, an next I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homie's Lex It be them broke a**, no cash, busters tryin to quote... That's why the Town got rid of $hort I think you busta browns need to wise up before we ride up Stop! Sew up yo block, an sew them lies up Once don't trip, twice no grip Three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are pa**in still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than ma** appeal You need to stop!! Hatin on The C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, an the L-U-N-I-Z [Hook] - 4X [Interlude] Break it down, oh yeah Fo the Luniz an, they homies I am here to let you know!! Gotta think for you.... so leave the Luniz alone [Yukmouth] Let me tell yo a** a story, yes They juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that B.S. that You stress When you test the young Hugh Hef', the tech a spit up Chest get lit up, foo' that's a rig up [Knumskull] Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know It's like rap an sellin crack is all I'm good for Hangin in the hood for so long I see why they talk, b**hes snitch a buster's home (Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??) [Yukmouth] You're wrong I won't be offended I be there hand in hand wit the pencil Can it all be so simple Like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang from a nympho [Knumskull] Now I keep sayin, don't get mad cause you can't bump me But I'm still gonna spit it Cause you still don't get it If it ain't noted, don't quote it Haters when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it I don't understand! [Hook]