Quit Hatin`, Pt2 Lyrics

Quit Hatin`, Pt2 lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]

Quit hatin motherfucker, quit
hatin!

Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!

God damnit
MOTHERFUCKAHHH

God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH



[Lyfe:]

I got
the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for war

Call your boy I got the
deals and I'm hittin the do'

I got some niggaz with them figures waitin at
the club

Gettin jigga with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs

Lookin
fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight

Club closed, powdered nose,
I'm on one tonight

I keep them hatin bitches up so they can mimic the
game

Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne

Haha, y'all bitches ain't keep shit real

Y'all bitches ain't got the
wheel

Y'all bitches done clappin ya traps and don't even know the fuckin
deal

Y'all just some hatin ass hoes, mad cause these real niggaz
chose

Y'all bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya fuckin
nose

Cause this shit big shit bitch, I'm down with that player shit

Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna suck his dick

Y'all bitches is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe

It's
Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes



[Chorus]



[Pimp C:]

My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six

So many
games cookin whippin down 55 in this bitch

Niggaz thought that I was
slumpin I was steadily pumpin

Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't
dealin nothin

I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets

I
ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to eat

From sales to hotels and
dough from pote(?)nail

Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in
jail

Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I
seen

Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen

I'm comin
through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens

In Southern Benz, S-Class,
know what the fuck I mean?

A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack
Tripper

A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and suckin on nipples

Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers

Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherfuckin nigga



[Chorus]



Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, killers

Can only
date the millionaires and drug dealers

Takin notes from Scarface and
Goodfellas

Straight gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas

Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti

And I, flaunt my titties like
I'm on "Sex and the City"

So here we go again, daddy short, why they
hatin?

Cause ain't none bitch this rich and hit makin



[Chorus]



[Too $hort having convo that starts over Chorus]

What's up Todd?

What's up with you girl, what's goin on?

Ahh
shit, the usual, fly from here to there

Doin a little bit of change,
legal money - ha ha ha

Like that? Guess what, you know you on my album
right?

What? So what are you saying Todd?

He he he, I'm sayin that,
it's goin down right now baby

The song is called "Quit Hatin'," and I just
wanna know

What would you say to the haters in yo' life?

Niggaz
hatin.. bitches hatin.. fuck 'em!



[Singer - repeat to fade:]

You ain't gotta hate me so much

Just show me some love, when I pull up
on dubs

And you ain't gotta pay me to fuck

Just show me some love,
when you see me at the club