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E-40 - Record Haters Lyrics - Zortam Music
Song:Record Haters
Album:Tha Hall of GameGenres:Rap/R&B
Year: Length:279 sec

Lyrics:

spit more mucus than a, a bad cough
Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
Just because... I'm from the West not the East
Graduated from the dope game
Fat ass wallet
What's that nigga name?
Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to learn to respect your elders mayne
I'm twomp-eight nigga, ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own, or ya own gon' remind you
Nigga!!
The Click group biatch!

Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existence (That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin' (Mutha fuka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark)
There's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball nigga!)
We should cease you from existance
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Biatch!)

Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'ma cut off his dick list
I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list
Dude that be hangin' around Nas
You know, gay baby
Nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called 4080
After watching 'New York Undercover' while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
That's when I spotted it
That nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga I was selling tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was running round drinking Similac
All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
Champagne an coffin full of skrill
Nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
That bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk that talk
If a nigga ain't gonna walk that walk
Zip up yo' lip before yo' lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 ho!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!

Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(Uh.)
We should cease you from existence
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(E'ry time)

When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 that ol 'Mr. Flamboyant' shit was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine
It was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, and The Click
8-Ball and MJG gettin that independent paper
All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
Beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles, mayne, get yo change
Take a limousine everywhere you go and fly private planes
That's what I was tuh-uh-told by my big homie tho
You gon' always be a nigga
But a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
Overnight sensation, never me
All you 'Record Haters' got Ph.IV
My niggas 3X Krazy laced me
Taught me how to say 'fa sheezy'
Told me them AZ muthafuckas don't believe fat meat greasy
We can shoot it out, or we can fight
You and Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me a peace kite
Biatch!

Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin bi'tches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance
(That's rich)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Lil ol, biatch!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(That's right)
We should cease you from existence
(Learn about it)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin' (That's right)




 

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