Record Haters - E-40

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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

Verse 1

Ni**a what the f**k they hit fo

Ni**a let's shoot fins

You got all the bread ni**a

Put up yo Benz

Nah-nah can't do that

Why not

Ol skool trophy

Somethin I done worked too hard fo

Ni**a 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 sh*t

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 d**e game

Phat a** wallets

What's that niggas name

Rasheed Wallace

You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne

I'm twomp bait ni**a ain't no need for you to record hate

Mind ya own or ya own gon remind you

Ni**a

The Click will biatch

Chorus *(Big Lurch & E-40)*

Record Hatin b**ches

Suave game and snitches

(Learn about it b**ch )

We should cease you from existance

(That's right)

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin

(Mutha f**ka )

Ya Record Hatin b**ches

(Trademark )

There's no way you could get wit this

(Stick to basketball ni**a )

We should cease you from existance

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin

(Biatch )

Verse 2

Got another mutha f**ka on my sh*t 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

Ni**a 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 ni**a AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque

Ni**a I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round

Drinkin Simalac

All up in yo fake a** videos (ok)

Champagne an coffin full of skrill ni**a know damn well yo punk a** ain't

Got had no mills

I'm payin full ni**a an I'll have yo head where ever you at

I'm straight fool ni**a seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that

Bring the yellow tape ni**a

Jungle full of asphalt

Don't make no sense to talk that talk if a ni**a ain't gon' walk that walk

Zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up

Biatch

Biatch

I gives a f**k Biatch

It's major pain

Ni**a don't know a damn thang about me

You mutha f**kas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe

Monkey mouthed biatch

Biatch

*(Chorus)*

Record Hatin b**ches

Suave game and snitches

(Learn about it b**ch )

We should cease you from existance

(That's right)

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin

(Shouldn't be livin )

Ya Record Hatin b**ches

(Record Hatin b**ches )

There's no way you could get wit this

(Uh )

We should cease you from existance

(V-Town b**ch )

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin

(E'ry time)

Verse 3

When I first started off niggas had me f**ked

Mutha f**kas 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 MG gettin that

Independent paper

All about my ruh-uh-rap

Uh-should I shine

Beat a mutha f**ka 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 ni**a but a ni**a 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 f**kas 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**ch

*(Chorus)*

Record Hatin b**ches

(Record hatin b**ches )

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 b**ches

(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 )