Playa Hata lyrics

featuring Teddy

*(Teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??
oh hoo hooooo baby
oh yeahhhhh
eh heyyyy
why you wanna playa hate on me??

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

Nobody can help him
so welcome to the land of ski maskes
we blastes
to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses
the dust that`s bein kicked up
an Yuk is down to lick up
do a stick up
at an Armor truck pick up
then get tucked,
up out the scenery,
wit greenery,
stopped up, watch up,
sew the block up wit creamery,
the cream, I sling, got fiends on my team,
like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling,
sumpthin tremendous,
they spend grip,
endless trips to Macy`s, they trade me,
so playa hataz.... hate me,
I keep the safety off my four-fifth,
hold it in focus,
fools didn`t used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest,
but notice, I got a lil mail now,
cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now,
you juss a busta brown an blood you know,
Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue,
really though.

Chorus *(Teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Why you playa hate??!!) x1

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Ooohhh!!) x1


Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

I gots to,
keep my business to myself,
cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it`s loaded,
hatin get yo grill exploded,
quick,
severed,
the first thing I heard,
I stole a credit card from Chris Webber,
I never knew that,
but`s who`s that, an next,
I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies Lex,
it be them broke ass, no cash,
bustaz tryin to quote.... that`s why the Town got rid `o $hort,
I think you busta browns need to wise up,
before we ride up,
stop,
sew up yo block, an sew them lies up,
once don`t trip,
twice no grip,
three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine,
I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still,
sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal,
you need to stop!!
hatin on,
the C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, an the L-U-N-I-Z.

*(chorus)* x4

Break it down, oh yeah,
fo the Luniz an, they homies.
I am here to let you know!!
Gotta think for you.... so leave the Luniz alone.

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

Let me tell yo ass a story, yes,
they juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that B.S. that
you stress,
when you test the young Hugh Heff,
the tech a spit up,
chest get lit up,
foo that`s a rigg up,

Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*

Now I think the whole world knows me,
not what they should know,
it`s like rap an sellin crack is all I`m good for,
hangin in the hood for so long,
I see why they talk,
bitches,
snitch a bustaz home.

(Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??)

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

You`re wrong I won`t be offended,
I be there hand in hand wit the pencil,
can it all be so simple,
like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang,
from a nimfo.

Verse 6 *(Knumskull)*

Now I keep sayin,
don`t get mad cuz you can`t bump me,
but I`m still gonna spit it,
cuz you still don`t get it,
if it ain`t noted, don`t quote it,
hataz when it comes to common sense you ain`t showed it,
I don`t understand!

*(chorus