Текст песни Jermaine Dupri - Dont Hate on Me
Jermaine Dupri - Dont Hate on Me слова песни
[da brat talking][chorus]Nigga, dont you hate on me, why dont you go and get you some? Dont you hate on me, why dont you go and get you some? 4x[krayzie bone]Motherfucker, go get you someGet off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas atPut your blunts in the air, yall nigga get fried to thisTo the ? ? ? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfuckerWhat you niggas really wanna do? big ballers flossinNiggas wanna beat so they got to be talkinOh let me give them what they say and run em in they faceWhat they say? "oh nothin"Buster, hitem in they shit anyway (hey)Thats how we play, stil thuggin aint a thing changeStill the same name, love the faceReal, real niggas, thats all I gotta sayYou fuckin with the real, you ball to get gustedReally, the real aint shit to be fucked witProtected by the niner, when you carefulThe nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin to make you duck the whloe flockMake a nigga close shop, sho nuffShowstopper, fuckin em up with dieselWhats pumpin the shotgun? Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respectThats all we want but nigga, you dont feel meKrazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin with jdLittle rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tatJust like that[da brat]I aint fixin to be the bitch to procastinatinNiggas wanna be shippin me half a cakeGo through whatever drastic measures I hafta takeMake a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hateSome of you hoes is overrated with flowsThe salvatell takeem to the rehab and getem re-instatedMy lyrical content send other bitches to conventsPray for me to be deleted but thats nonsenseBeen the bomb since 74 ariesI can see how ya nigga be lookin at meHe want to get in between the sheetsLeave the wallet and the keys for meI aint persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for meNigga, we can fuck free frequentlyYou study me, but another me could never be soldBroke the most 6-0-6-4-4When niggasll haul off and hit ya with the sawed offSeen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws offWhen Im finished droppin em al off on the west side of chi, Im ridin highThinkin of way to make it through the major of the paper chaseSlidin by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when its time to die[chorus]See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin to get me stuffedIm flyin on out of what? iced up and all the hoes wanna fuckKnockin bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed upEverything I touch, gold and platinum, what? Niggas cant fuck with usLike busta bust, we dangerousAnd you know that if I peel I got moYall peel, its gone, thats why the ice grill onWhen the wheel on by yall niggas in the cornerBack and forth, like "fuck that little guy"Dont worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo goddamn selfHow you shit on shelf and how you sit aroundWishin that a nigga would sign to so so defIm a a-t-l-a-n-t-alienNever been known to play withCant none of yall see me, so yall niggas dont really need to say shitWith all your paper-hatin, paper-hatin and your bad looksWhat yall need to do is shut upAnd take heed to what my nigga sayin in the hook[chorus til end]