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Jermaine Dupri - Don't Hate on Me lyrics
(feat. Da Brat, Krayzie Bone) [Da Brat talking] [Chorus] Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? [4x] [Krayzie Bone] Motherfucker, go get you some Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this To the ?? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin' Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face What they say? "Oh nothin'" Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey) That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change Still the same name, love the face Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit' Protected by the niner, when you careful The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel What's pumpin' the shotgun? Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat Just like that [Da Brat] I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate Some of you hoes is overrated with flows The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated My lyrical content send other bitches to convents Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense Been the bomb since '74 Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me He want to get in between the sheets Leave the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me Nigga, we can fuck free frequently You study me, but another me could never be sold Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4 When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die [Chorus] See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what? Niggas can't fuck with us Like Busta Bust, we dangerous And you know that if I peel I got mo' Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy" Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self How you shit on shelf and how you sit around Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien Never been known to play with Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks What y'all need to do is shut up And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook [Chorus til end] |
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