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[Featuring Esham]
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(Car honks)
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Girl bring yo muthafuckin ass on I ain't got all day! Come on.
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Muthafucka don't be rushin me! Here I come damn!
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(mumbling)
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Damn always playin and shit just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit!
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(normal) What's up?
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Shit.
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Oh well what you wanna do today?
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Nigga it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot.
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Oh ain't nothin wrong with that if I got it you know what I'm
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sayin?
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-Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
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-Hmm, what's this?
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-This that Dayton Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is tight.
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-What? This bullshit? Get this shit out my car! We ain't playin no
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Dayton
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Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin.
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-Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa hater.
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[Shoestring]
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No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang
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So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change
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I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
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I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
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I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock
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You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop
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You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, I started you
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I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
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I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store
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To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got
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to go
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Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy
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Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to
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be
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My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall
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I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
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So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
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Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga
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Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
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You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
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Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite
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Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight
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Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz wanna playa hate me
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Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E
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Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
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Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin booger
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Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game
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Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
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My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater
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No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters.
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Chorus (4X): My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater
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(Player hated, player hated)
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[Ghetto E]
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Playa hation, this is the situation that I'm up against
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These niggaz be hollerin my name, I'm bootin that cane and that's
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evidence
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What I done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true
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Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then I fucked your boo
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You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick from state to state
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Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got caught with
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weight
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Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a killa's
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talkin
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Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D and now yo ass is walkin
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Rats want they cheese F-E-Ds had some scent degrees
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You get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with G's
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Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check
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Wanna send me up, and pen me up like I'm a fuckin pet
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P-L to the A-Y-E-R-H-A-T to the fuckin E
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You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see
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The facts of life are that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas
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No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us
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I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do
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You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew
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I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me gators
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Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player haters
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Chorus (4X) [Yo, my nigga ???, niggaz be playa hatin with two.]
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[They gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. Check it out.]
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[Esham]
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Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin?
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I be gettin my slang on down on Dayton
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Me and Shoestring, doin our thing
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Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine
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See a been a millionaire since ninety-one |