Player Haters Lyrics

Player Haters lyrics

[Featuring Esham]
(Car honks)
Girl bring yo muthafuckin ass on I ain't got
all day! Come on.
Muthafucka don't be rushin me! Here I come
damn!
(mumbling)
Damn always playin and shit just bring yo muthafuckin
ass on. Shit!
(normal) What's up?
Shit.
Oh well what you wanna do
today?
Nigga it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot.
Oh ain't
nothin wrong with that if I got it you know what I'm
sayin?
-Hey, uh, why
don't you put this in right quick?
-Hmm, what's this?
-This that Dayton
Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is tight.
-What? This bullshit? Get this shit
out my car! We ain't playin no
Dayton
Family. Naw, they ain't even
happenin.
-Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa
hater.
[Shoestring]
No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa
thang
So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change
I'm fuckin
yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like
you should when you leave the hood
I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's
lovin this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon
drop
You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, I started you
I brung you
in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled
back on that liquor store
To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo
back cause you got
to go
Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're
my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend
to
be
My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in
fall
I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if
you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it,
nigga, so don't you try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any
playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin
out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite
Gotta get yo goods, gotta get
yo goods then I'm outta sight
Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz wanna
playa hate me
Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E
Mo bounce than
a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
Betta ask that hooker, I get
snotty as a fuckin booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin
game
Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
My shit is pro
and good to go, call me a Dayton rater
No love for hoes, cause they some
muthafuckin playa haters.
Chorus (4X): My shit is pro and good to go, call
me a Dayton rater
(Player hated, player hated)
[Ghetto E]
Playa
hation, this is the situation that I'm up against
These niggaz be hollerin
my name, I'm bootin that cane and that's
evidence
What I done is what you
do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true
Now your spittin villians, run around
town, and then I fucked your boo
You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick
from state to state
Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got
caught with
weight
Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth
when a killa's
talkin
Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D and now yo ass
is walkin
Rats want they cheese F-E-Ds had some scent degrees
You get
demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with G's
Quote of the law,
but you done saw a ho and cashed a check
Wanna send me up, and pen me up
like I'm a fuckin pet
P-L to the A-Y-E-R-H-A-T to the fuckin E
You said
we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see
The facts of
life are that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas
No one can trail us,
you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us
I peeped your game, you're poor
and ain't got shit to do
You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my
crew
I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me
gators
Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player
haters
Chorus (4X) [Yo, my nigga ???, niggaz be playa hatin with
two.]
[They gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. Check it
out.]
[Esham]
Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin?
I be
gettin my slang on down on Dayton
Me and Shoestring, doin our thing
Blunt
smoke in back seat, ridin limousine
See a been a millionaire since
ninety-one
Unholy Esham, I'm my mama's son
All you rappers out there
sayin you in gold
But ain't got shit to show for the records you
sold
I.D. told me let a ho be a ho
Niggaz hate you got paid, they playa
hatin you so
Fuck them niggaz, they gon die and nobody'll show
At they ho
ass funeral, cause only you'll know
Niggaz get paid when they stay true to
the game
Fuck them hoes and get the money, steady fuckin the fame
See me
and Ghetto E kinda feel the same,
All ya'll playa hatin niggaz out there no
ya'll name
And ya'll some playa haters
Chorus (4X)