*(cal luvand's intro)*
Yo check it out.
Today weand'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 iand'm sayin this hip hop thang an everythang
Goin on tell me i mean what whatand's yo flavor?
(yo check it out kid i only like real hip hop man the real shit. you know
What iand'm sayin. redman, wu-tang, you know what iand'm sayin. i donand't fool wit
The goodie moband's, and i especially donand't fool wit them e-40and's.)
Verse 1
Nigga what the fuck they hit fo?
Nigga letand's shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga
Put up yo benz
Nah-nah, canand't do that
Why not?
Ol skool trophy
Somethin i done worked too hard fo
Nigga 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 niggas iand'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 damn hemrigin
That i be delivin
These niggas donand't understand my shit
But they surrendurin
Simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
Juss because... iand'm from the west not the east
Graduated from the dope game
Phat ass wallets
Whatand's that niggas name?
Rasheed wallace!!
You gonand' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
Iand'm twomp bait nigga ainand't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The click will biatch!
Chorus *(big lurch and e-40)*
Record hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thatand's right)
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(mutha fucka!)
Ya record hatin bitches
(trademark.)
Thereand's no way you could get wit this
(stick to basketball nigga!)
We should cease you from existance
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(biatch!)
Verse 2
Got another mutha fucka on my shit list
Iand'm a 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 andquot;
After watchin andquot;new york undercoverandquot; while i was, takin a shit
Kool keith was on the front cover thatand's when i
Thatand's when i spotted him
That nigga az tried to say that i donand't deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga i was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round
Drinkin simalac
All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
Champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ainand't
Got had no mills
Iand'm payin full nigga an iand'll have yo head where ever you at
Iand'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that
Bring the yellow tape nigga
Jungle full of asphalt
Donand't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ainand't gonand' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip befoand' yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! biatch!
Itand's major pain.
Nigga donand't know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas donand't know nuttin bout no e-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!
*(chorus)*
Record hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thatand's right)
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(shouldnand't be livin.)
Ya record hatin bitches!
(record hatin bitches!)
Thereand's no way you could get wit this
(uh.)
We should cease you from existance
(v-town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(eand'ry time)
Verse 3
When i first started off niggas had me fucked
Mutha fuckas was blind
In and'89 that ol andquot;mr. flamboyantandquot; 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
Didnand'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 mg gettin that
Independent paper
All about my ruh-uh-rap
Uh-should i shine
Beat a mutha fucka uh-duh-down
Eand'ry time
40 get yo marbles man
Get yo change
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
Thatand's what i was taught to do
By my big homie thou
You can always be a nigga, but a nigga ainand't rich til he canand't count his
Money no moand'
Over night sensation
Never me
All you andquot;record hatersandquot; got
Ph.iv
My niggas 3x krazy laced me
Taught me how to say andquot;fa sheezyandquot;
Told me that them az mutha fuckas donand'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 bitch!
*(chorus)*
Record hatin bitches!
(record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thatand's rich.)
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(suck-els!)
Ya record hatin bitches
(lil ol, biatch!)
Thereand's no way you could get wit this
(thatand's right.)
We should cease you from existance
(learn about it.)
Niggas like that shouldnand't be livin.
(thatand's right.)
