B.O.B. - Haterz Everywhere lyrics

[Hook] We got 'em goin down for the count, looking at the ground That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere we go, where we go Haters goin down for the count (one) looking at the ground (two) I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count [Verse 1: B.o.B.] Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur Cain't see enemies and the haters Real sharp on my thing like a razor Blade, come clean like a shape up So guess I got a game of tape up But e'rybody gonna feel the need to say sum'n But can't speak up whenever you face 'em Thats what I call microphone gangsters Yea I got 'em okie-doke, yeah I'm raw you know my flow Cause B.o.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose Talkin that noise on all them songs A buncha lil' boys but you all look grown Those n***as there and these n***as here It really don't matter cause they all just clones Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer Hell yeah man I'm all for the cause Ain't tryin to get involved with the law sir But a n***a will get caught with the Mausberg And that just ain't a threat on the song Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own Cause n***as that slip they don't last long [Hook] [Verse 2: Wes Fif] Hey - what the heck, breathe homie, me I'm doin what I always do Grindin if you wasn't steady hatin you'd be ballin too I know you see us fallin through, all the rich n***as is on my crew f** it, they can't touch us, if stuck up is what you call it cool Ooh~! You shoulda seen when I came down in that Black on black, custom gator, haters face down on the mat Splat! Yeah I can make a green n***a mad Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his b**h a** You can tell I'm a G by the walk and the stance How I play the game make 'em talk in the stands Watch how you talk when you talk to the man If it ain't about bread you can talk to the hand I, I, show you how to get rich You got a weak arm I'll show you how to pitch Made it so play I'll show you how to hit And tell the police I don't know about sh** Ay guy, I'm fly, something like the air Ain't that somethin when it's stuntin man there's nothing like air Homey hold it right there, homeboy hold it down Spent five at the mall and had the haters goin down [Hook]