[Lil' Jon]
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the m*********** Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' a** (YEAHHHH!)
b****!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the p**** n***** (listen here)
that see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
and just be mean muggin!
[Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X]
Quit hatin m***********, quit hatin!
Quit hatin p**** n****, quit hatin!
God d***it m*********AHHH
God d***it m*********AHHH
[Twista]
High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin
Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans
Now b****** be on my d*** when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they a** crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them t****** and twurk them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the d*** thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper
They say -
[Twista - really fast]
See the ballin n***** in the party
They came in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on
[Twista]
We about to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and just sip
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Show me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to call
Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me
All you hatin a** suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my m*********** face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' p**** bill n**** if you want a date
But you just talkin s*** I figure you just wanna hate
You hater!
[Chorus]
[V. White]
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper
You better get up, get out, get somethin; n****, and stop frontin
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin
Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, f***** with me
Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine
That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Yeah we got some real players in this m***********
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this m***********
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you m*********** haters out
And we gon' beat yo' m*********** a**
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's a**
Beat his a**!
Like he stole somethin..
[Lil' Jon] Quit hatin m***********, quit hatin!
[$hort] Now slow it down for the r*****ed people
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the m*********** Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' a** (YEAHHHH!)
b****!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the p**** n***** (listen here)
that see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
and just be mean muggin!
[Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X]
Quit hatin m***********, quit hatin!
Quit hatin p**** n****, quit hatin!
God d***it m*********AHHH
God d***it m*********AHHH
[Twista]
High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin
Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans
Now b****** be on my d*** when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they a** crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them t****** and twurk them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the d*** thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper
They say -
[Twista - really fast]
See the ballin n***** in the party
They came in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on
[Twista]
We about to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and just sip
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Show me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to call
Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me
All you hatin a** suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my m*********** face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' p**** bill n**** if you want a date
But you just talkin s*** I figure you just wanna hate
You hater!
[Chorus]
[V. White]
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper
You better get up, get out, get somethin; n****, and stop frontin
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin
Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, f***** with me
Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine
That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Yeah we got some real players in this m***********
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this m***********
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you m*********** haters out
And we gon' beat yo' m*********** a**
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's a**
Beat his a**!
Like he stole somethin..
[Lil' Jon] Quit hatin m***********, quit hatin!
[$hort] Now slow it down for the r*****ed people