Record Haters

(Cal Luv`s intro)<br>Yo check it out.<br>Today we`re here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.<br>(Yo what up kid?)<br>From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?<br>(Sshh. The Bullets man.)<br>Yea right, right.<br>So tell me Rasheed you know what I`m sayin, <br>this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, <br>tell me, I mean, what, what`s yo flavor?<br>(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, <br>the real shit. You know what I`m sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, <br>you know what I`m sayin. I don`t fool wit the Goodie Mob`s, <br>and I especially don`t fool wit them E-40`s.)<br><br>[E-40]<br>Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let`s shoot fins<br>You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz<br>Nah-nah, can`t do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy<br>somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me<br>yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins<br>get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin<br>Who got change fo this brand new hundred?<br>Staight outta welfare<br>when I break you niggas I`m a have enough money, to buy Fairfield<br>spend about a half a hundred thousand<br>boost up my coins<br>preceed to spit mo supafly<br>than Donald Goins<br>this game is so damn hemrigin<br>that I be delivin<br>these niggas don`t understand my shit<br>but they surrendurin<br>simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off<br>lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough<br>messy hoes, got my name between they teeth<br>juss because... I`m from the WEST not the EAST<br>graduated from the dope game<br>phat ass wallets<br>What`s that niggas name?<br>Rasheed Wallace!!<br>You gon` have to learn to respect yo elders mayne<br>I`m twomp bait nigga ain`t no need for you to record hate<br>mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you<br>Nigga!!<br>The Click will biatch!<br><br>Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40<br><br>Record Hatin bitches!<br>Suave game and snitches!<br>(Learn about it bitch!)<br>We should cease you from existance.<br>(That`s right)<br>Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(Mutha fucka!)<br>Ya Record Hatin bitches<br>(Trademark.)<br>there`s no way you could get wit this<br>(Stick to basketball nigga!)<br>we should cease you from existance<br>niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(Biatch!)<br><br>[E-40]<br>Got another muthafucka on my shit list<br>I`m a cut off his dick list<br>I mean my hit list<br>my rest in piss list<br>dude that be hangin around Nas<br>you know, gay baby<br>nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called "<br>after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit<br>Kool Keith was on the front cover that`s when I<br>that`s when I spotted him<br>that nigga AZ tried to say that I don`t deserve a platinum plaque<br>nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car <br>when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac<br>all up in yo fake ass videos (ok)<br>champagne an coffin full of skrill <br>nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain`t got had no mills<br>I`m payin full nigga an I`ll have yo head where ever you at<br>I`m straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya <br>that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt<br>don`t make no sense to talk that talk <br>if a nigga ain`t gon` walk that walk<br>zip up yo lip befo` yo lip zip you up<br>Biatch!<br>Biatch!<br>I gives a fuck! Biatch!<br><br>It`s major pain.<br>Nigga don`t know a damn thang about me.<br>You mutha fuckas don`t know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!<br>Monkey mouthed biatch!<br>Biatch!<br><br>*(Chorus)*<br><br>Record Hatin bitches!<br>Suave game and snitches!<br>(Learn about it bitch!)<br>We should cease you from existance.<br>(That`s right)<br>Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(Shouldn`t be livin.)<br>Ya Record Hatin bitches!<br>(Record Hatin bitches!)<br>there`s no way you could get wit this<br>(Uh.)<br>We should cease you from existance<br>(V-Town bitch!)<br>Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(E`ry time)<br><br>[E-40]<br>When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind<br>in `89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time<br>had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine<br>was in a major label an business that uh didn`t want us to shine<br>it was me an my potna from Suave House Records<br>Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click<br>8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper<br>all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine<br>beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e`ry time<br>40 get yo marbles man, get yo change<br>take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes<br>that`s what I was taught to do<br>by my big homie thou<br>you can always be a nigga, <br>but a nigga ain`t rich til he can`t count his money no mo`<br>over night sensation, never me<br>all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV<br>my niggas 3X Krazy laced me<br>taught me how to say "fa sheezy"<br>told me that them AZ muthafuckas don`t believe phat means greasy<br>we can shoot it out, or we can fight<br>You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?<br>Shoot me some peace bitch!<br><br>*(Chorus)*<br><br>Record Hatin bitches!<br>(Record hatin bitches!)<br>Suave game and snitches!<br>(Suave game and snitches!)<br>We should cease you from existance.<br>(That`s rich.)<br>Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(Suck-els!)<br>Ya Record Hatin bitches<br>(Lil ol, biatch!)<br>There`s no way you could get wit this<br>(That`s right.)<br>We should cease you from existance<br>(Learn about it.)<br>Niggas like that shouldn`t be livin.<br>(That`s right.)