| Paroles: | *(Teddy)*
Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??
oh-hoo-hooooo baby,
oh
yeahhhhh,
eh-heyyyy,
why you wanna playa hate on me??
Verse 1
*(Yukmouth)*
Nobody can help him,
so welcome to the land of ski maskes,
we
blastes,
to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses,
the dust that's bein kicked
up,
an Yuk is down to lick up,
do a stick up,
at an Armor truck pick up,
then get
tucked,
up out the scenery,
wit greenery,
stopped up, watch up,
sew the block up wit
creamery,
the cream, I sling, got fiends on my team,
like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on
my ding-a-ling,
sumpthin tremendous,
they spend grip,
endless trips to Macy's, they
trade me,
so playa hataz.... hate me,
I keep the safety off my four-fifth,
hold it in
focus,
fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest,
but notice, I got a lil
mail now,
cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now,
you juss a busta brown an blood you
know,
Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue,
really
though.
Chorus *(Teddy)*
Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Why you
playa hate??!!) x1
Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Ooohhh!!)
x1
Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
I gots to,
keep my business to myself,
cuz
hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded,
hatin get yo grill
exploded,
quick,
severed,
the first thing I heard,
I stole a credit card from Chris
Webber,
I never knew that,
but's who's that, an next,
I heard them ridin around smokin
crack in the back of my homies Lex,
it be them broke ass, no cash,
bustaz tryin to quote....
that's why the |
