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
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
