E-40 - Record Haters Lyrics
(cal luvs intro)Yo check it out.Today were here wit basketball star rasheed wallace.(yo what up kid? )From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?(sshh. the bullets man.)Yea right, right.So tell me rasheed you know what Im sayin,This hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,Tell me, I mean, what, whats yo flavor?(yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man,The real shit. you know what Im sayin. redman, wu-tang,You know what Im sayin. I dont fool wit the goodie mobs,And I especially dont fool wit them e-40s.)[e-40]Nigga what the ***** they good fo? nigga lets shoot finsYou got all the bread nigga, put up yo benzNah-nah, cant do that - why not? ol skool trophySomethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote meYo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxinsGet ready to pay the price ? ? ? pee-wee no catchinWho got change fo this brand new hundred?Staight outta welfareWhen I break you niggas Im a have enough money, to buy a bare fareSpend about a half a hundred thousandBoost up my coinsPreceed to spit mo supaflyThan donald goinsThis game is so damn hemriginThat I be delivinThese niggas dont understand my shitBut they surrendurinSimmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped offLyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad coughMessy hoes, got my name between they teethJuss because... Im from the west not the eastGraduated from the dope gamePhat ass walletsWhats that niggas name?Rasheed wallace!!You gon have to learn to respect yo elders mayneIm twomp bait nigga aint no need for you to record hateMind ya own, or ya own gon remind youNigga!!The click will biatch!Chorus: big lurch & e-40Record hatin *****es!Suave game and snitches!(learn about it *****!)We should cease you from existance.(thats right)Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.(mutha *****a!)Ya record hatin *****es(trademark.)Theres no way you could get wit this(stick to basketball nigga!)We should cease you from existanceNiggas like that shouldnt be livin.(biatch!)[e-40]Got another mutha*****a on my shit listIm a cut off his dick listI mean my hit listMy rest in piss listDude that be hangin around nasYou know, gay babyNigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine calledAfter watchin new york undercover while I was, takin a shitKool keith was on the front cover thats when iThats when I spotted himThat nigga az tried to say that I dont deserve a platinum plaqueNigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my carWhen you was runnin round drinkin simalacAll up in yo fake ass videos (ok)Champagne an coffin full of skrillNigga know damn well yo punk ass aint got had no millsIm payin full nigga an Ill have yo head where ever you atIm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told yaThat bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphaltDont make no sense to talk that talkIf a nigga aint gon walk that walkZip up yo lip befo yo lip zip you upBiatch!Biatch!I gives a *****! biatch!Its major pain.Nigga dont know a damn thang about me.You mutha *****as dont know nuttin bout no e-40 hoe!Monkey mouthed biatch!Biatch!*(chorus)*Record hatin *****es!Suave game and snitches!(learn about it *****!)We should cease you from existance.(thats right)Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.(shouldnt be livin.)Ya record hatin *****es!(record hatin *****es!)Theres no way you could get wit this(uh.)We should cease you from existance(v-town *****!)Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.(ery time)[e-40]When I first started off niggas had me *****ed, mutha*****as was blindIn 89 that ol mr. flamboyant shit was way ahead of his timeHad everyone an they great grandmas off that carlos rossi wineWas in a major label an business that uh didnt want us to shineIt was me an my potna from suave house recordsTony draper, e-40, an the click8-ball, an mjg gettin that independent paperAll about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shineBeat a mutha*****a uh-duh-down, ery time40 get yo marbles man, get yo changeTake a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planesThats what I was taught to doBy my big homie thouYou can always be a nigga,But a nigga aint rich til he cant count his money no moOver night sensation, never meAll you record haters got ph.ivMy niggas 3x krazy laced meTaught me how to say fa sheezyTold me that them az mutha*****as dont believe phat means greasyWe can shoot it out, or we can fightYou an rasheeda wanna squash the funk?Shoot me some peace *****!*(chorus)*Record hatin *****es!(record hatin *****es!)Suave game and snitches!(suave game and snitches!)We should cease you from existance.(thats rich.)Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.(suck-els!)Ya record hatin *****es(lil ol, biatch!)Theres no way you could get wit this(thats right.)We should cease you from existance(learn about it.)Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.(thats right.)
