Why They Hatin` Us Lyrics

Why They Hatin` Us lyrics

f/ Double D



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[Chorus]

Tell me why they playa hate

Steady talkin down cause I'm playa made

Just because I'm playa made 

Makin all ya hoes sing my serenade



[Double D]

Now tell me why you wanna hate me

Am I ur enemy playin close 

Tryna take what you like most?

Or do I say the wrong things when we be chillin'

I got a funny feelin' you trippin' ova dat bitch dat we was drillin'

I knew dat she would go my niggaz told me so

I got proof to show cause I was fuckin' dat hoe

And ain't no tellin' who else was knockin' boots when I left

But I ain't worried about dat cause I got bitches and wealth

You got the same theng you got the same game 

Niggaz gotta maintain and let ya motherfuckin nuts hang

You bringin plex like a thief in the night

Ova 5 dollar bitches now you know dat ain't riight



[Chorus] - repeat 2x



[Fat Pat]

They hatin us why they do us like dat 

Because we players may take hoes and hold nothin back

You lovin deez hoes I'm burnin off on my 4's

Sippin' my clo' just got head now you know

10 toes get up or conduct dis pimp

Wit the long-stroke ain't no hoe ya gal peep she's broke

By dis Texas playa who girls try to get me there

Look at dat girl starin' at me ova dere

Wit dat nigga

But I don't bare dem peepin'

Gon by pass my number and keep on creepin'

But she seekin'

I know when she cum

But from the looks of it she just love the way suga daddy ball



[Chorus] - repeat 2x



[Fat Pat]

You shouldn't feel the way you feel about us players we true

Dress code stay throwed in everytheng dat we do

Floss, ballin big mackin paper stackin at all times

All notes and I quote you'll go broke behind hoes 

Eyes get froze when the big playa hit the scene

Rollin' and somethin you only thought about havin' up n ya dreams

And it seems to be the lil' plex and animosity 

And the baddest broad in the eva chose me the P.A.T.

But don't broke against me check the broad not the pimp

That's the way I was raised but fuck dem hoes I'm all about gettin' paid

They come a dime or dozen

While you was trippin' ova dat other broad I was knowin down her cousin 

And another and another

Phone line steady buzzin

Thought I wasn't the mack of the year now you wrong

If you dat crazy bout dat broad you betta keep her at home 

Cause she'll get gon when she hit my zone

It's on it's on



[Chorus] - repeat until the end