Smoothe Da Hustler - Club Hater lyrics

"I am an officer of the law, and uh by all rights I could uh.." "f** off" "You should watch your mouth little girl" "AHHHHH" [Hook] We like to welcome you all to club hater Where hustlers, b**hes, and thugs they all hate ya When players floss, they false and toss paper Where your people are fake, and they might snake ya We like to welcome you all to club hater But we ain't sweating it, our moves are major Let's get this party poppin', let's get them titties shaking Make sure the sh** we sayin' keep the city hatin' [Verse One: Diabolic] Yeah, yeah, club hater, where thugs hate ya if you touch paper Where y'all are bound to get stuck like we duct taped ya Where cats who tuck razors are much safer While I recline and find a dime to f** later Models clock watching the bottles you got poppin' You not knockin' to hustle b**h so stop plottin' Start knob slobbing and get me off like John Cochran ‘Til some hater gets his jaw rawked for co*k blockin' It's not stoppin', sip 80 proof Grey Goose ‘Till I fall out like a baby tooth came loose It may be true, we'll take loops from crooks who k** ya Real recognize real and you don't look familiar Takin' shots of liquor, some vodka mixture Late night, when snakes bite, and plot to hit ya You got the picture, in the cut smoking a L Ladies free all night, doors open at 12 [Chorus] [Verse Two: Smoothe Da Hustler] You're the sh** if you're there, dipped in the ware, it's tension here Sniff the air, smell a stench in the gear b**h in your ear, her fist in your rear Adjusting your vision to witness a slip in your gear and disappear We bury men, hitting more licks than lesbians Sleep, we give you more nightmares than Freddy The shiest talkers, life talkers who strike offers After the club, we home, run hoes, we night hawkers We ice flossers, and dice tossers, we like corners We club hop with drug blocks they ride for us What you buggin' for coming in the door, front and huggin' the wall Beefin', why you think I carry the oven for? Reaching to half bake one of y'all, some of y'all want it raw You carry the battle, I'm tuggin' the war Come aboard, I'm comfy, try not bugging me Guy's died ugly for eye f**ing me, he was co*keye ? [Hook] [Verse Three: Smoothe Da Hustler] Look there ain't no dress code, expect hoes to be dressed in less clothes Hate growing like escrow Heck no, you can't get my John Hanco*k I'm in the john, hand on my co*k in a fan's twat Hustler's creep, scheming on something to eat ‘Cause a customer leave with some hustler up the street The flame from the snub laid him dead under the sheets So the name of the club changes every couple of weeks [Diabolic] Trouble and beef, will scuffle 'til my knuckles are beat I won't stop 'til I knock out a bunch of your teeth Surrounded by cut-throats, drowned in the Dutch smoke Burning haze 'til every clown in the club choke The top recruit, in hot pursuit if you've got the loot With some prostitute in the bathroom knockin' boots Ready for war, co*k and shoot, the same soldiers Diabolic and Smoothe Da Hustler, the game's over [Hook] "Because I don't like nothing in the first place, and I don't like you"