Don’t Hate On Me – Da Brat – letras

[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 someGet off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas atPut your blunts in the air, y’all nigga get fried to thisTo the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfuckerWhat 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 faceWhat they say? « Oh nothin' »Buster, hit’em in they shit anyway (hey)That’s how we play, stil thuggin’ ain’t a thing changeStill the same name, love the faceReal, real niggas, that’s all I gotta sayYou fuckin’ with the real, you ball to get gustedReally, the real ain’t shit to be fucked wit’Protected by the niner, when you carefulThe nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin’ to make you duck the whloe flockMake a nigga close shop, sho nuffShowstopper, fuckin’ ’em up with dieselWhat’s pumpin’ the shotgun?Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respectThat’s all we want but nigga, you don’t feel meKrazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin’ with JDLittle rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tatJust like that[Da Brat]I ain’t fixin’ to be the bitch to procastinatin’Niggas wanna be shippin’ me half a cakeGo through whatever drastic measures I hafta takeMake a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hateSome of you hoes is overrated with flowsThe salvate’ll take’em to the rehab and get’em re-instatedMy lyrical content send other bitches to conventsPray for me to be deleted but that’s nonsenseBeen the bomb since ’74 AriesI can see how ya nigga be lookin’ at meHe want to get in between the sheetsLeave the wallet and the keys for meI ain’t persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for meNigga, we can fuck free frequentlyYou study me, but another me could never be soldBroke the most 6-0-6-4-4When niggas’ll haul off and hit ya with the sawed offSeen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws offWhen I’m finished droppin’ ’em al off on the west side of Chi, I’m ridin’ highThinkin’ of way to make it through the major of the paper chaseSlidin’ 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 stuffedI’m flyin’ on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuckKnockin’ bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed upEverything I touch, gold and platinum, what?Niggas can’t fuck with usLike Busta Bust, we dangerousAnd you know that if I peel I got mo’Y’all peel, it’s gone, that’s why the ice grill onWhen the wheel on by y’all niggas in the cornerBack and forth, like « fuck that little guy »Don’t worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo’ goddamn selfHow you shit on shelf and how you sit aroundWishin’ that a nigga would sign to So So DefI’m a A-T-L-A-N-T-AlienNever been known to play withCan’t none of y’all see me, so y’all niggas don’t really need to say shitWith all your paper-hatin’, paper-hatin’ and your bad looksWhat y’all need to do is shut upAnd take heed to what my nigga sayin’ in the hook[Chorus til end]