Ellay Khule - Why Ya'll Hatin' lyrics

[Verse 1] Lights camera action Like i rolled up with cheaters But you can drop the c Cause i just rolled up with heaters Im not the kind that a make you hot The kind that u'll make you drop Decomposition makes ya rot Gave digger pick a plot Swish when a make a shot All net no rim Pimping with a low brim I spit it with no flem They feel me more than touch screen Im a wasp i my sting Proffesional? version? precision Of surgeons all my cuts clean Hang with a tough team Put hells angels to shame My strapp's not an accessory My angle's to bang Ya girl Strangling my thing co*k monster She a chicken chocker Taste white Before you taste the mic But still don't spit it doper Hold more mic's Than oprah, letterman or leno Over 10 cd's dropped This is not a f**ing demo This is not accidental Got hip hop rap in my mental And it's so frustrating But why the f** you hatin' [Chorus] Tell me why ya'll hating Is it cuz of the money am making Tell me why ya'll hating Is it cuz of the dimes am dating Tell me why ya'll hating Is it because am always blazing Tell me why ya'll hating Cuz when i spit it the sh** is amazing [Verse 2] Its crucial when khule crush you Melon head it's time to bust you Im like the blind reading braille With the special way i touch you You think you was talking at the opera By the way i hush you You saw the shotty And see porta-potty Now its time to flush you This flow is like the pen It'll make all men flustered Even if you wave the white flag f*g Im still gone rush ya I k** busters im vicious Im the only captain of this ship Bo Jackson ain't this hip Rick the Ruler ain't this slick They keep s**ing on this dick Keep juggling on these balls In a pit called forgotten Is the only place m.c's fall Break ya knees ya need to crawl Crutches could a**ist you You would think im hulk hogan By the way my slogans? lift you Hershey's wouldn't kiss you And you ain't close to jada South central sounds simple But believe my hood is major Prepare to get stuck with horns When ever bulls in combat This ain't flag football b**h It's more like full contact [Chorus] [Verse 3] I crank out rhymes at fast pace Im in first to a last place Open up and say ahh Now tell me how that mah taste Going down like a sad face Ya softer than a pound cake When i erupt Have ya scared as f** Like when the ground shake Out my woofers i pound ba** Harder than the dope man Ride ya pepper like a rodeo? Around her throat my rope plan Leave her wetter than a coke can When i crush em like aluminum Getting blood on your new kicks Is the best way to ruin em' Bad is how am doing em' Welfare warfare n***a's remind me of SpongeBob But they more square who*es better beware That this pimp slap is leathal When i deal with my people Im the sh** like clico Snap em like a Chick-O-Stick When am on my Deebo sh** Me and my ways They compare me to aids Cause am so sick Angels is with god So it seems we stuck with satan But it's time for rearranging Homie why the f** you hating [Chorus]