Record Haters lyrics

Artist  : E 40 
Song : Record Haters
 


*(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
shit. 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.)

Verse
1

Nigga what the fuck they hit
fo?
Nigga let's shoot fins
you got all the
bread nigga
put up yo Benz
nah-nah, can'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 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 damn
hemrigin
that I be delivin
these niggas
don'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... I'm from the WEST
not the EAST
graduated from the dope
game
phat ass wallets
What's that niggas
name?
Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to
learn to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp
bait nigga ain'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 &
E-40)*

Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game
and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We
should cease you from existance.
(That's
right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin
bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you
could get wit this
(Stick to basketball
nigga!)
we should cease you from
existance
niggas like that shouldn't be
livin.
(Biatch!)

Verse 2

Got
another mutha fucka on my shit list
I'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
"
after watchin "New York Undercover" while I
was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front
cover that's when I
that's when I spotted
him
that nigga AZ tried to say that I don'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 ain't
got had
no mills
I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo
head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga
seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
that
bring the yellow tape nigga
jungle
full of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk
that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that
walk
zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you
up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck!
Biatch!

It's major pain.
Nigga don't
know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas
don'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.
(That's
right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin.
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record
Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin
bitches!)
there's no way you could get wit
this
(Uh.)
We should cease you from
existance
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas like that
shouldn't be livin.
(E'ry time)

Verse
3

When I first started off niggas had me
fucked
mutha fuckas was blind
in '89 that
ol "Mr. Flamboyant" 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
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 MG gettin that
independent
paper
all about my ruh-uh-rap
uh-should I
shine
beat a mutha fucka 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
nigga, but a nigga 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 niggas 3X Krazy laced
me
taught me how to say "fa sheezy"
told me
that them AZ mutha fuckas 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
bitch!

*(Chorus)*

Record Hatin
bitches!
(Record hatin bitches!)
Suave game
and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We
should cease you from existance.
(That's
rich.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin.
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin
bitches
(Lil ol, biatch!)
There's no way
you could get wit this
(That's right.)
We
should cease you from existance
(Learn about
it.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin.
(That's right.)