Snoop Dogg, Lil’ ½ Dead - Hater N You lyrics

(Sycamore)

Hey- Hey, man, check this out, mane
It's Big Snoop coming at you live and direct
And
Imma speak on some real issues right now
Mane 'Cuz motherfuckers be hatin' on a
Real nigga like me, and I
Don't do nuthin' but do what
I'm supposed to be doin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I don't crack a plank and say "nigga, why
You hatin' on me?" or try to, you know
Make friends with motherfuckers who don't
Wanna be my friends
Motherfuck you ain't, you bitch ass nigga!

I guess it's the thing
Now, they used to hate on us
Pull out your cannon, come through
And spray on us
Laying the cut, but Dogg can see a mutt
You know, that's just how I used to fuck
With the big old butt
You think I ain't know? You
Ain't had to tell me, cuz
I appreaciate the love
But you know how it was
Man, I really couldn't
Even though I probably should do it
Slap the bitch and put some hot cap into it
She didn't know I knew it
She used to fuck with that bitch
Nigga Suge in '96 and '97
My young homeboy from the LPT
You know I'm high and connected with
Some niggas from the CPT
So when the hate is on
I get the message faster than y'all
Step into my reppin' I
Keep my weapon revolved
I keep the problems resolved
I've been finessing these broads
I love breaking Suge Knight and his bros
(Ha ha) just like breaking the laws
I used to have his baby
Momma like taking it off i'm taking it all
Lil' nasty bitch was licking my balls
She's taking it all
And you can't do nothin' 'bout it
'cuz she breaking me off
Keep the bitch nuttin'
So it really was nothin'
I said, fuckin' it up
You's a hater, bitch nigga!
Remember! I'm the one that make you rich
Nigga

And I started from scratch
And put you back on the map
And I ain't lookin' back
But I keep hearing shit from your staff
I giggle and laugh (ha ha ha ha ha)
Cuz you said you can't stand me
Your whole rap label is
A disfunctional family (family)
And then you try to hate on me
'Cuz I'm straight blowing up
I'm banging on your bitch ass and two
O's is what I'm throwing up
I seen you at BET
With the homies from the LBC (Whaddup)
You broke down 'cuz you didn't want to see me
(Huh? What's happenin'?) it's so easy
To crack you
'Cuz I keep some people with you around
You at you (at you) i had to pimp slap you
I'm a legend in this town
They gone make me a statue

All this bullshit, I feel like Michael Jordan
But I ain't trippin, I'm just soarin'
Open up the door and doing big touring
Fuck champagne, I'm back to 40 oz pouring
Are you adoring the shit that I'm doing?
'Cuz if you ain't, fuck you
And your motherfucking crew, nigga

Hatin' on me? I hate you (Hate you, too)
(This is for the hater in you, nigga
Sycamore, If you keep on talking shit you
Gone make me gang bang)
(This is for the hater in you, nigga)
(But Imma let you slide
So get your shit together)

Niggas! Stop hatin' on us
Bitches! (haters) Stop hatin' on us
Death Row! (haters) Stop hatin' on us
Suge Knight! (haters) Stop hatin' on us
All you (haters) stop hatin' on us

Look here, mane!
I'm sick of you motherfuckers
Hatin' the game, mane!
You're s'pposed to hate the player
Not the game y'all hating the game, mane
You know what I'm talkin' about?
It was so cold, mane is that, you know
A motherfucker can't stop seeing me
They turn to BET, I'm on BET
I'm on MTV, I'm on the E! Channel
With the girls goin' wild
I'm on the radio station
I'm on the movie screen
I'm selling tennis shoes, I'm selling donuts
Policies, and everything up!
You know what I'm talkin' about?
You can't avoid me, nigga!
I'm the motherfucking Magic Johnson of rap!
Motherfucker, I got things sold up
While y'all in up
You bitch ass niggas! Y'all hatin' on
A real nigga like me
You even seen my billboard over
There by your record label, huh?
You see me up there, real big
Yeah! In a real flamboyant way!
You see the 'Beautiful' single blowin' up!
All in your motherfucking mouth
A nigga flew to Brazil, cracked some brand
New hoes and kept it real
And showed you how to flip the game
While you, niggas
Still ain't put out no music since I left
I mean, what the fuck is going on, mane?
You so busy hatin' on me
You ain't put out a hit record
Then I see you on the front
Of a motherfucking magazine, yeah
On the front of a cover
And you was talking shit about
Puff back in the days
About being on covers and shit
Nigga, now you doing the same thing!
You hypocrite-ass, bitch-ass
Snitch-ass nigga!
You's a bitch, nigga, and Imma
Take it to your face, nigga!
You's a hoe! And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah

(This is for the hater in you, nigga) yeah
Yeah, stop hatin' on us
(If you keep on talking shit you
Gone make me gang bang) stop hatin' on us
(This is for the hater in you, nigga)
Some exclusive shit! Welcome to
Tha Chuuch volume 1 told you I was gonna
Take over this motherfucker
(But Imma let you slide
So get your shit together)

The world is mine, mane!
And everything in it!
(Everything, everything)
It's mine! (It's mine! It's mine)
Wanna play rough?
(Wanna play rough? Wanna play rough?)
I didn't think so! (Think so! Think so)

Fucking hater!