Quit Hatin', Pt2 Lyrics - What's My Favorite Word? - Too $hort

[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X] 

Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! 

Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! 

God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH 

God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH 

[Lyfe] 

I got the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for war 

Call your boy I got the deals and I'm hittin the do' 

I got some niggaz with them figures waitin at the club 

Gettin jigga with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs 

Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight 

Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on one tonight 

I keep them hatin bitches up so they can mimic the game 

Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne 

Haha, y'all bitches ain't keep shit real 

Y'all bitches ain't got the wheel 

Y'all bitches done clappin ya traps and don't even know the fuckin deal 

Y'all just some hatin ass hoes, mad cause these real niggaz chose 

Y'all bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya fuckin nose 

Cause this shit big shit bitch, I'm down with that player shit 

Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna suck his dick 

Y'all bitches is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe 

It's Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes 

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[Chorus] 

[Pimp C] 

My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six 

So many games cookin whippin down 55 in this bitch 

Niggaz thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin 

Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin 

I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets 

I ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to eat 

From sales to hotels and dough from pote(?)nail 

Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail 

Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen 

Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen 

I'm comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens 

in Southern Benz, S-Class, know what the fuck I mean? 

A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper 

A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and suckin on nipples 

Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers 

Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherfuckin nigga 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, killers 

Can only date the millionaires and drug dealers 

Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas 

Straight gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas 

Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti 

And I, flaunt my titties like I'm on "Sex and the City" 

So here we go again, daddy short, why they hatin? 

Cause ain't none bitch this rich and hit makin 

[Chorus] 

[Too $hort having convo that starts over Chorus] 

What's up Todd? 

What's up with you girl, what's goin on? 

Ahh shit, the usual, fly from here to there 

Doin a little bit of change, legal money - ha ha ha 

Like that? Guess what, you know you on my album right? 

What? So what are you saying Todd? 

He he he, I'm sayin that, it's goin down right now baby 

The song is called "Quit Hatin'," and I just wanna know 

What would you say to the haters in yo' life? 

Niggaz hatin. bitches hatin. fuck 'em! 

[singer - repeat to fade] 

You ain't gotta hate me so much 

Just show me some love, when I pull up on dubs 

And you ain't gotta pay me to fuck 

Just show me some love, when you see me at the club