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lirik lagu record haters – e-40

(cal luv’s intro)
yo check it out.
today we’re here wit basketball star rasheed wallace.
(yo what up kid?)
from the… what, what, what team is that you play for again?
(sshh. the bullets man.)
yea right, right.
so tell me rasheed you know what i’m sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
tell me, i mean, what, what’s yo flavor?
(yo check it out kid, i only like real hip-hop man,
the real sh-t. you know what i’m sayin. redman, wu-tang,
you know what i’m sayin. i don’t fool wit the goodie mob’s,
and i especially don’t fool wit them e-40’s.)

[e-40]
n-gg- what the f-ck they good fo? n-gg- let’s shoot fins
you got all the bread n-gg-, put up yo benz
nah-nah, can’t do that – why not? ol skool trophy
somethin i done worked too hard fo, n-gg- quote me
yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin
who got change fo this brand new hundred?
staight outta welfare
when i break you n-gg-s i’m a have enough money, to buy a bare fare
spend about a half a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed to spit mo supafly
than donald goins
this game is so d-mn hemrigin
that i be delivin
these n-gg-s don’t understand my sh-t
but they surrendurin
simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
lyrics spit on n-gg-s than a, a bad cough
messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
juss because… i’m from the west not the east
graduated from the dope game
phat -ss wallets
what’s that n-gg-s name?
rasheed wallace!!
you gon’ have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
i’m twomp bait n-gg- ain’t no need for you to record hate
mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
n-gg-!!
the click will b–tch!

chorus: big lurch & e-40

record hatin b-tches!
suave game and snitches!
(learn about it b-tch!)
we should cease you from existance.
(that’s right)
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(mutha f-cka!)
ya record hatin b-tches
(trademark.)
there’s no way you could get wit this
(stick to basketball n-gg-!)
we should cease you from existance
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(biatch!)

[e-40]
got another m-th-f-cka on my sh-t list
i’m a cut off his d-ck list
i mean my hit list
my rest in p-ss list
dude that be hangin around nas
you know, gay baby
n-gg- said some negative sh-t about me up in a magazine called ”
after watchin “new york undercover” while i was, takin a sh-t
kool keith was on the front cover that’s when i
that’s when i spotted him
that n-gg- az tried to say that i don’t deserve a platinum plaque
n-gg- i was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin simalac
all up in yo fake -ss videos (ok)
champagne an coffin full of skrill
n-gg- know d-mn well yo punk -ss ain’t got had no mills
i’m payin full n-gg- an i’ll have yo head where ever you at
i’m straight fool n-gg- seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
that bring the yellow tape n-gg-, jungle full of asphalt
don’t make no sense to talk that talk
if a n-gg- ain’t gon’ walk that walk
zip up yo lip befo’ yo lip zip you up
biatch!
biatch!
i gives a f-ck! biatch!

it’s major pain.
n-gg- don’t know a d-mn thang about me.
you m-th- f-ckas don’t know nuttin bout no e-40 hoe!
monkey mouthed b–tch!
biatch!

-(chorus)-

record hatin b-tches!
suave game and snitches!
(learn about it b-tch!)
we should cease you from existance.
(that’s right)
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(shouldn’t be livin.)
ya record hatin b-tches!
(record hatin b-tches!)
there’s no way you could get wit this
(uh.)
we should cease you from existance
(v-town b-tch!)
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(e’ry time)

[e-40]
when i first started off n-gg-s had me f-cked, m-th-f-ckas was blind
in ’89 that ol “mr. flamboyant” sh-t 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, an the click
8-ball, an mjg gettin that independent paper
all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should i shine
beat a m-th-f-cka uh-duh-down, e’ry time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that’s what i was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a n-gg-,
but a n-gg- ain’t rich til he can’t count his money no mo’
over night sensation, never me
all you “record haters” got ph.iv
my n-gg-s 3x krazy laced me
taught me how to say “fa sheezy”
told me that them az m-th-f-ckas don’t believe phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
you an rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
shoot me some peace b-tch!

-(chorus)-

record hatin b-tches!
(record hatin b-tches!)
suave game and snitches!
(suave game and snitches!)
we should cease you from existance.
(that’s rich.)
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(suck-els!)
ya record hatin b-tches
(lil ol, b–tch!)
there’s no way you could get wit this
(that’s right.)
we should cease you from existance
(learn about it.)
n-gg-s like that shouldn’t be livin.
(that’s right.)

- e 40

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