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Playa Hata
Luniz
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Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Oh-ho-ho, baby
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski masks-es
We blast-es and bust a couple of caps-es in they caprice classic
To dust that's being kicked up and yuck
It's time to lick up, do a stick up, that armored truck pick-up
The dick gets up about the scenery with greenery
Stopped up, white chucks, sewed the block up with creamery
The cream, I bling the fiends on my team like Hakeem
The dream and let's get into the swing of things
Something tremendous, they spend grip in the strip
The Macy's, they drape me, so playa haters (What?) hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Luniz used to trip all on my tip when I was the brokest
But notice I got a little mail now
'Cause everybody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now (Uh, uh)
You just a bust around in Bloods, you know
'Cause bread and pork tea room is around the town like Club Nouveau
Really, though
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Ooh)
I gots to keep my business to myself
'Cause haters talk mo' lip and gets
Off to spread rumors when they loaded
Hating'll get your girl exploded quick, severed
The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber
I never do that, but who's that? And next
I heard 'em riding around smoking 'gnac in the back of my homie's Lex
It be them broke ones, no cash, bustas tryna quote
That's why the town got rid of Sho
I think you busta browns need to wise up
Before we ride up, stop, sew up your block and sew the lies up
(Once) Don't trip
(Twice) Roll thick
(Three times) I'll get you mopped on the grind
I thought the hating would stop, but the rumors are passing still
Sounds like that busta that plug more ones than Plastic Deel
(You need to stop hating on) The C-N-O-T-E D-R-U and the L-U-N-I-Z
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Oh)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Ooh, yeah)
Break it down, oh, yeah
For the Luniz and the homies
I am here to let you know
Got a thing for you, so Luniz flow, flow
Uh, let me tell you my last story, yes
They just be hating to the fullest, but you can miss me with that BS
That you stress when you test a young Hugh Hefner
Pull the TEC up off the dresser and put you on the stretcher
Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know
It's like rap and doing jacks is what I'm good for
Hanging in the hood for so long, I see why they talk
Females snitch and bustas fall
Can we talk for a minute?
Your broad won't be offended, I be there in the henna'd and the Pinto
Can it all be so simple like Wu-Tang
To get yang-yang in the Mustang from a nympho
But I'ma keep saying, "Don't get mad because you can't ball"
But I'm still gon' spit it 'cause you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't quote it
Haters, when it come to common sense, you was shorted
I don't understand
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna hate?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Oh)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me)
Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna?)