| Song | Quit Hatin', Pt. 1 |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | What's My Favorite Word? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
| Yea, yea, e- | |
| YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? | |
| Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
| Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) | |
| Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) | |
| Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) | |
| Bitch!! (Yeah!) | |
| This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here) that see us when we walk in the club (whassup) and just be mean muggin! [Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X] | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
| Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
| God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH [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 bitches be on my dick when | |
| I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac | |
| They come and spread they ass 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 niggaz 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 ass suckers in the place | |
| You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
| Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
| You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
| Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
| But you just talkin shit | |
| 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; nigga, 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, fuckin 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 motherfucker | |
| Too $hort, | |
| Twista, V. | |
| White, Lil' | |
| Jon, Eastside | |
| Boyz, Delinquents | |
| Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
| Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
| But you know what we gon' do? | |
| We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
| And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
| Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass | |
| Beat his ass! | |
| Like he stole somethin.. [Lil' Jon] | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! [$hort] | |
| Now slow it down for the retarded people |
| zuo ci : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
| Yea, yea, e | |
| YEAHHHH! Okayyyyyy what, what? wha', what, what? | |
| Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
| Eastside Boyz! Yeahhhh | |
| Short Dawg! YeahHHH | |
| Once again at yo' ass YEAHHHH! | |
| Bitch!! Yeah! | |
| This go out to all the pussy niggaz listen here that see us when we walk in the club whassup and just be mean muggin! Chorus: Lil' Jon repeat 2X | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
| Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
| God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH 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 bitches be on my dick when | |
| I pull up in a platinum blue ' llac | |
| They come and spread they ass 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 hahangin 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 niggaz 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 ass suckers in the place | |
| You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
| Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
| You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
| Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
| But you just talkin shit | |
| I figure you just wanna hate | |
| You hater! Chorus V. White | |
| Now you can catch me | |
| I80 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 psychochronological mindstopper | |
| Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper | |
| You better get up, get out, get somethin nigga, 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, b212, fuckin 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 motherfucker | |
| Too hort, | |
| Twista, V. | |
| White, Lil' | |
| Jon, Eastside | |
| Boyz, Delinquents | |
| Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
| Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
| But you know what we gon' do? | |
| We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
| And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
| Yeah that' s right, whup that hater' s ass | |
| Beat his ass! | |
| Like he stole somethin.. Lil' Jon | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! hort | |
| Now slow it down for the retarded people |
| zuò cí : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith | |
| Yea, yea, e | |
| YEAHHHH! Okayyyyyy what, what? wha', what, what? | |
| Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin | |
| Eastside Boyz! Yeahhhh | |
| Short Dawg! YeahHHH | |
| Once again at yo' ass YEAHHHH! | |
| Bitch!! Yeah! | |
| This go out to all the pussy niggaz listen here that see us when we walk in the club whassup and just be mean muggin! Chorus: Lil' Jon repeat 2X | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! | |
| Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! | |
| God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH God damnit | |
| MOTHERFUCK | |
| AHHH 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 bitches be on my dick when | |
| I pull up in a platinum blue ' llac | |
| They come and spread they ass 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 hahangin 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 niggaz 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 ass suckers in the place | |
| You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face | |
| Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind | |
| You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time | |
| Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date | |
| But you just talkin shit | |
| I figure you just wanna hate | |
| You hater! Chorus V. White | |
| Now you can catch me | |
| I80 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 psychochronological mindstopper | |
| Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper | |
| You better get up, get out, get somethin nigga, 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, b212, fuckin 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 motherfucker | |
| Too hort, | |
| Twista, V. | |
| White, Lil' | |
| Jon, Eastside | |
| Boyz, Delinquents | |
| Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker | |
| Tryin to kick it like us real players | |
| But you know what we gon' do? | |
| We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out | |
| And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass | |
| Yeah that' s right, whup that hater' s ass | |
| Beat his ass! | |
| Like he stole somethin.. Lil' Jon | |
| Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! hort | |
| Now slow it down for the retarded people |