Текст песни E-40 - Record Haters
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(Cal Luv`s intro)Yo check it out.Today we`re 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 I`m sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what`s yo flavor?(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know what I`m sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I`m sayin. I don`t fool wit the Goodie Mob`s, and I especially don`t fool wit them E-40`s.)[E-40]Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let`s shoot finsYou got all the bread nigga, put up yo BenzNah-nah, can`t 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 I`m a have enough money, to buy Fairfieldspend about a half a hundred thousandboost up my coinspreceed to spit mo supaflythan Donald Goinsthis game is so damn hemriginthat I be delivinthese niggas don`t 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... I`m from the WEST not the EASTgraduated from the dope gamephat ass walletsWhat`s that niggas name?Rasheed Wallace!!You gon` have to learn to respect yo elders mayneI`m twomp bait nigga ain`t 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 bitches!Suave game and snitches!(Learn about it bitch!)We should cease you from existance.(That`s right)Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(Mutha fucka!)Ya Record Hatin bitches(Trademark.)there`s no way you could get wit this(Stick to basketball nigga!)we should cease you from existanceniggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(Biatch!)[E-40]Got another muthafucka on my shit listI`m 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 called "after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shitKool Keith was on the front cover that`s when Ithat`s when I spotted himthat nigga AZ tried to say that I don`t deserve a platinum plaquenigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalacall up in yo fake ass videos (ok)champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain`t got had no millsI`m payin full nigga an I`ll have yo head where ever you atI`m straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphaltdon`t make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain`t gon` walk that walkzip up yo lip befo` yo lip zip you upBiatch!Biatch!I gives a fuck! Biatch!It`s major pain.Nigga don`t know a damn thang about me.You mutha fuckas don`t know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!Monkey mouthed biatch!Biatch!*(Chorus)*Record Hatin bitches!Suave game and snitches!(Learn about it bitch!)We should cease you from existance.(That`s right)Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(Shouldn`t be livin.)Ya Record Hatin bitches!(Record Hatin bitches!)there`s no way you could get wit this(Uh.)We should cease you from existance(V-Town bitch!)Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(E`ry time)[E-40]When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas 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 didn`t 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 muthafucka uh-duh-down, e`ry time40 get yo marbles man, get yo changetake a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planesthat`s what I was taught to doby my big homie thouyou can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain`t rich til he can`t count his money no mo`over night sensation, never meall you "Record Haters" got Ph.IVmy niggas 3X Krazy laced metaught me how to say "fa sheezy"told me that them AZ muthafuckas don`t believe phat means greasywe can shoot it out, or we can fightYou an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?Shoot me some peace bitch!*(Chorus)*Record Hatin bitches!(Record hatin bitches!)Suave game and snitches!(Suave game and snitches!)We should cease you from existance.(That`s rich.)Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(Suck-els!)Ya Record Hatin bitches(Lil ol, biatch!)There`s no way you could get wit this(That`s right.)We should cease you from existance(Learn about it.)Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.(That`s right.)