lotta hatin' - too $hort lyrics
“yeah, we h-lla disrespectful”
[verse 1: too $hort]
if a n-gg- walk up on you, what you gon’ do?
kick in him in the face with a boot
beat his -ss up with your crew
if his b-tch don’t stop talking, she can get it too
hit that b-tch with a bottle
i don’t give a f-ck if she look like a model
pretty -ss b-tches get slapped too
and you better not say sh-t if they ask you, punk b-tch
you better get your -ss out the vip
‘cause don’t n-body know you
we ‘bout to give them b-tch -ss n-gg-s over there another funeral to go to
(f-ck you, b-tch!)
[chorus: too $hort + mistah f.a.b.]
all my life i’ve been a player
hoes mad ‘cause i don’t care
i take your b-tch so quick, so fast
you mad like that ain’t fair
a lotta hatin’ over there, muh’f-cka
a lotta hatin’ over there
why you hatin’ over there, muh’f-cka?
why you hatin’ over there?
[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
a lot of broke n-gg-s in here mad at money, mad money
i said ‘bye, felicia; bye, felicia’, you can’t have nothin’ from me
where all the n-gg-s at that’s gettin’ it?
where all the n-gg-s at that got bands?
where all the b-tches at that got it?
and they got it without no man
they give a f-ck about everything but a b-tch
razor in her pocket, she’ll cut a b-tch
fake n-gg-s can’t wear no jewels
my little n-gg-s ‘bout to rob them fools
[chorus: too $hort + mistah f.a.b.]
all my life i’ve been a player
hoes mad ‘cause i don’t care
i take your b-tch so quick, so fast
you mad like that ain’t fair
a lotta hatin’ over there, muh’f-cka
a lotta hatin’ over there
why you hatin’ over there, muh’f-cka?
why you hatin’ over there?
[too $hort]
somebody say ‘m-th-f-ck you d-mn sh-thead b-tch
m-th-f-ckin’ godd-mn -sshole’
“m-th-f-ck you d-mn sh-thead b-tch
m-th-f-ckin’ godd-mn -sshole”
[mistah f.a.b.]
b-tch, yo’ n-gg- got his -ss whooped
that’s what you get f-ckin’ with f-ck n-gg-s
b-tch, yo’ n-gg- got his -ss whooped
you need to choose up with a real n-gg-
[too $hort]
toot that sh-t up before we shoot this sh-t up
toot that sh-t up before we shoot this sh-t up
you better toot that sh-t up before we shoot this sh-t up
toot it up, b-tch
[mistah f.a.b.]
i don’t f-ck with b-tches that f-ck with them n-gg-s that don’t f-ck with my hood
‘cause my hood is the realest and the richest
and we got all of the money and the b-tches
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