Too $hort (too Short) - Quit Hatin', Part 1 lyrics

(Lil' Jon) Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherf**in Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' a** (YEAHHHH!) b**h!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the p**y n***az (listen here) that see us when we walk in the club (wha**up) and just be mean muggin! (Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X) Quit hatin motherf**er, quit hatin! Quit hatin p**y n***a, quit hatin! God damnit MOTHERfu*kAHHH God damnit MOTHERfu*kAHHH (Twista) High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans Now b**hes be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac They come and spread they a** crack, let me hit it from the back On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper They say - (Twista - really fast) See the ballin n***az in the party They came in new Escalades And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on (Twista) We about to break your back and your hip, Smoke a sack and just sip, sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce (Chorus) (Too $hort) Show me love when you see me, don't hate If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball Up against the wall, just got another number to call Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me All you hatin a** s**ers in the place You better stop starin in my motherf**in face Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time Pay yo' p**y bill n***a if you want a date But you just talkin sh** I figure you just wanna hate You hater! (Chorus) (V. White) Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper You better get up, get out, get somethin; n***a, and stop frontin If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, f**in with me Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane (Chorus) (Too $hort) Yeah we got some real players in this motherf**er Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents Yeah we see you haters up in this motherf**er Tryin to kick it like us real players But you know what we gon' do? We gon' sift you motherf**in haters out And we gon' beat yo' motherf**in a** Yeah that's right, whup that hater's a** Beat his a**! Like he stole somethin.. (Lil' Jon) Quit hatin motherf**er, quit hatin! ($hort) Now slow it down for the retarded people