Quit Hatin`, Pt2 lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : Quit Hatin`, Pt2



 Send "Quit Hatin`, Pt2" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]

Quit
hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!

Quit hatin
pussy nigga, quit hatin!

God damnit
MOTHERFUCKAHHH

God damnit
MOTHERFUCKAHHH



[Lyfe:]

I got
the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for
war

Call your boy I got the deals and I'm
hittin the do'

I got some niggaz with them
figures waitin at the club

Gettin jigga
with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs

Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to
fight

Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on
one tonight

I keep them hatin bitches up so
they can mimic the game

Watch yo' back cause
if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne

Haha,
y'all bitches ain't keep shit real

Y'all
bitches ain't got the wheel

Y'all bitches
done clappin ya traps and don't even know the
fuckin deal

Y'all just some hatin ass hoes,
mad cause these real niggaz chose

Y'all
bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya
fuckin nose

Cause this shit big shit bitch,
I'm down with that player shit

Y'all over
there talkin now but you really just wanna suck
his dick

Y'all bitches is scared and y'all
been dared to make a move hoe

It's Joan of
Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes



[Chorus]



[Pimp C:]

My baby
momma butler hooked me with thirty-six

So
many games cookin whippin down 55 in this
bitch

Niggaz thought that I was slumpin I
was steadily pumpin

Niggaz talkin bout a
drop but man I ain't dealin nothin

I'm a
self made nigga on the grind in the skreets

I ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to
eat

From sales to hotels and dough from
pote(?)nail

Pay everybody bail, ain't no
spendin time in jail

Been around the world,
y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen

Them girls, send them to Essence cause they
sixteen

I'm comin through a couple bars to
pimp them nipplezeens

In Southern Benz,
S-Class, know what the fuck I mean?

A
pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper

A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and
suckin on nipples

Every day my game get
thicker, gettin good head from champagne
sippers

Rapper the bird flipper, man, a
motherfuckin nigga



[Chorus]



Haters can't get it cause I ride with
thugs, killers

Can only date the
millionaires and drug dealers

Takin notes
from Scarface and Goodfellas

Straight
gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas

Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti

And I, flaunt my titties like I'm on "Sex and
the City"

So here we go again, daddy short,
why they hatin?

Cause ain't none bitch this
rich and hit makin



[Chorus]



[Too $hort having convo that starts over
Chorus]

What's up Todd?

What's up with
you girl, what's goin on?

Ahh shit, the
usual, fly from here to there

Doin a little
bit of change, legal money - ha ha ha

Like
that? Guess what, you know you on my album
right?

What? So what are you saying
Todd?

He he he, I'm sayin that, it's goin
down right now baby

The song is called
"Quit Hatin'," and I just wanna know

What
would you say to the haters in yo' life?

Niggaz hatin.. bitches hatin.. fuck 'em!



[Singer - repeat to fade:]

You
ain't gotta hate me so much

Just show me
some love, when I pull up on dubs

And you
ain't gotta pay me to fuck

Just show me
some love, when you see me at the club