歌手:Too Short
专辑:《What's My Favorite Word?》

作词 : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith
Yea, yea, e-
YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the mother******
Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH)
Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!)
************!! (Yeah!)
This go out to all the ************ *******z (listen here) that see us when we walk in the club (whassup) and just be mean muggin! [Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X]
Quit hatin mother*******, quit hatin!
Quit hatin ************ *******, quit hatin!
God damnit
MOTHER*******
AHHH God damnit
MOTHER*******
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 ******* be on my ************ when
I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them ******* 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 damn 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 *******z 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 ass suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my mother****** face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' ************ bill ******* if you want a date
But you just talkin ************t
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; *******, 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, ****** 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 ************ne
That'll leave a hole in your dome like
Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from ************nin,
I'm highly flammable like propane [Chorus] [Too $hort]
Yeah we got some real players in this mother*******
Too $hort,
Twista, V.
White, Lil'
Jon, Eastside
Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this mother*******
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you mother****** haters out
And we gon' beat yo' mother****** ass
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass
Beat his ass!
Like he stole somethin.. [Lil' Jon]
Quit hatin mother*******, quit hatin! [$hort]
Now slow it down for the retarded people