Quit Hatin', Pt1 Lyrics - What's My Favorite Word? - Too $hort

(Lil' Jon) 

Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? 

wha', what, what? 

Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) 

Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) 

Bitch! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here) 

that see us when we walk in the club (whassup) 

and just be mean muggin! 

(Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X) 

Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! 

Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! 

God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH 

God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH 

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(Twista) 

High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin 

Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans 

Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac 

They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back 

On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips 

With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips 

And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her 

With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka 

Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista 

And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper 

They say - 

(Twista - really fast) 

See the ballin niggaz in the party 

They came in new Escalades 

And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby 

I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on 

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(Twista) 

We about to break your back and your hip, 

Smoke a sack and just sip, sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp 

Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce 

But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce 

(Chorus) 

(Too $hort) 

Show me love when you see me, don't hate 

If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? 

Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose 

You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes 

You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick 

Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? 

I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball 

Up against the wall, just got another number to call 

Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly 

You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me 

All you hatin ass suckers in the place 

You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face 

Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind 

You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time 

Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date 

But you just talkin shit I figure you just wanna hate 

You hater! 

(Chorus) 

(V. White) 

Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head 

In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head 

I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues 

And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise 

I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that 

It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track 

It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper 

Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper 

You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin 

If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin 

Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee 

You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me 

Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find 

I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine 

That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games 

You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane 

(Chorus) 

(Too $hort) 

Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker 

Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents 

Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker 

Tryin to kick it like us real players 

But you know what we gon' do? 

We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out 

And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass 

Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass 

Beat his ass! 

Like he stole somethin. 

(Lil' Jon) Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! 

($hort) Now slow it down for the retarded people