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Record Haters
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*(Cal Luv's intro)*
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Yo check it out.
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Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
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(Yo what up kid?)
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From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?
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(Sshh. The Bullets man.)
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Yea right, right.
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So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang
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goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor?
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(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know
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what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit
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the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
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Verse 1
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Nigga what the fuck they hit fo?
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Nigga let's shoot fins
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you got all the bread nigga
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put up yo Benz
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nah-nah, can't do that
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Why not?
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Ol skool trophy
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somethin I done worked too hard fo
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nigga quote me
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yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
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get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin
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Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
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Staight outta welfare
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when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare
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spend about a half a hundred thousand
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boost up my coins
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preceed to spit mo supafly
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than Donald Goins
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this game is so damn hemrigin
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that I be delivin
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these niggas don't understand my shit
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but they surrendurin
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simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
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lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
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messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
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juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST
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graduated from the dope game
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phat ass wallets
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What's that niggas name?
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Rasheed Wallace!!
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You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
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I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
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mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
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Nigga!!
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The Click will biatch!
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Chorus *(Big Lurch & E-40)*
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Record Hatin bitches!
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Suave game and snitches!
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(Learn about it bitch!)
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We should cease you from existance.
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(That's right)
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Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
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(Mutha fucka!)
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Ya Record Hatin bitches
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(Trademark.)
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there's no way you could get wit this
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(Stick to basketball nigga!)
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we should cease you from existance
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niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
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(Biatch!)
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Verse 2
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Got another mutha fucka on my shit list
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I'm a cut off his dick list
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I mean my hit list
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my rest in piss list
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dude that be hangin around Nas
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you know, gay baby
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nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called "
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after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
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Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
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that's when I spotted him
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that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
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nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round
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drinkin Simalac
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all up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
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champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't
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got had no mills
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I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
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I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that
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bring the yellow tape nigga
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jungle full of asphalt
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don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
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zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
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Biatch!
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Biatch!
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I gives a fuck! Biatch!
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It's major pain.
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Nigga don't know a damn thang about me.
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You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
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Monkey mouthed biatch!
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Biatch!
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*(Chorus)*
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Record Hatin bitches!
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Suave game and snitches!
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(Learn about it bitch!)
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We should cease you from existance.
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(That's right)
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Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
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(Shouldn't be livin.)
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Ya Record Hatin bitches!
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(Record Hatin bitches!)
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there's no way you could get wit this
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(Uh.)
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We should cease you from existance
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(V-Town bitch!)
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Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
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(E'ry time)
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Verse 3
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When I first started off niggas had me fucked
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mutha fuckas was blind
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in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was
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way ahead of his time
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had everyone an they great grandmas off that
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Carlos Rossi wine
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was in a major label an business that uh
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didn't want us to shine
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it was me an my potna from Suave House Records
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Tony Draper
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E-40, an The Click
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8-Ball, an MG gettin that
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independen |