Da Lench Mob - The n***a Ya Love to Hate lyrics

[Verse 1] I heard payback's a motherf**ing n***a That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild f** a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-M The day is coming that you'll all hate Just think if n***as decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down—it's all about coming up So what they do? Go and ban the AK My sh** wasn't registered any f**ing way So you better duck away, run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to f** up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham When I'm shooting, let's see who drop The police, the media, and s**ers that went pop And motherf**ers that say they too black Put 'em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep 'em on gangs and d** You wanna sweep a n***a like me up under the rug Kicking sh** called street knowledge Why more n***as in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the n***a ya love to hate [Hook] [f** you Ice Cube] Yeah haha it's the n***a you love to hate [f** you Ice Cube] [Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me] It's the n***a you love to hate [Yo you ain't doin' nothin positive. Yo, you ain't doin' nothin positive for the brothers what you gotta say for yourself.] You don't like how I'm living? Well, f** you [Verse 2] Once again it's on, the motherf**ing psycho Ice Cube the b**h k**a, cap peeler Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now, who do ya love to hate? Cause I talk sh** and down the eight-ball cause I don't fake You're begging I fall off The crossover, might as well cut them balls off And get your a** ready for the Lenching The Mob is dropping common sense and We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the a** Spanked -- it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullsh** I meet mo' b**hes, mo' hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No-Doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when n***as gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my stylin' From San Quentin to Rikers Island We got 'em afraid of the funky sh** I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep, make the old ladies say "Oh my god—break, it's the n***a ya love to hate" [Hook] [f** you Ice Cube] Yeah come on fool it's the n***a you love to hate [f** you Ice Cube] Yeah what up punk it's the n***a you love to hate [Yo, who the f** you think you are callin' us b**hes. You ain't all that, all I hear is this b**h. I ain't nobody's b**h] A b**h is a...ohhhh [Verse 3] Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the b**hes look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the Bandstand You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?" About as much as the Bicentennial I don't give a f** about dissing these fools Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube And what I say, what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that sh** -- listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video trying to out-dance each other I'ma tell T-Bone to pa** the bottle And don't give me that sh** about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What n***as need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the n***a you love to hate