Playa Hata lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Luniz
Album: Operation Stackola

Lyrics

*(Teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??
Oh-hoo-hooooo baby
Oh yeahhhhh
Eh-heyyyy
Why you wanna playa hate on me??

Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*

Nobody can help him
So welcome to the land of ski maskes
We blastes
To bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses
The dust that's bein kicked up
An yuk is down to lick up
Do a stick up
At an armor truck pick up
Then get tucked
Up out the scenery
Wit greenery
Stopped up, watch up
Sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got fiends on my team
Like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling
Sumpthin tremendous
They spend grip
Endless trips to macy's, they trade me
So playa hataz.... hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth
Hold it in focus
Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest
But notice, I got a lil mail now
Cuz everbody bump l-u-n-i-z like hell now
You juss a busta brown an blood you know
Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue
Really though

Chorus *(teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Why you playa hate??!!) x1

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Ooohhh!!) x1

Verse 2 *(knumskull)*

I gots to
Keep my business to myself
Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded
Hatin get yo grill exploded
Quick
Severed
The first thing I heard
I stole a credit card from chris webber
I never knew that
But's who's that, an next
I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies lex
It be them broke ass, no cash
Bustaz tryin to quote.... that's why the town got rid 'o $hort
I think you busta browns need to wise up
Before we ride up
Stop
Sew up yo block, an sew them lies up
Once don't trip
Twice no grip
Three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine
I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still
Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal
You need to stop!!
Hatin on
The c-n-o-t-e, d-r-u, an the l-u-n-i-z

*(Chorus)* x4

Break it down, oh yeah
Fo the luniz an, they homies
I am here to let you know!!
Gotta think for you.... so leave the luniz alone

Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*

Let me tell yo ass a story, yes
They juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that b.s. that
You stress
When you test the young hugh heff
The tech a spit up
Chest get lit up
Foo that's a rigg up

Verse 4 *(knumskull)*

Now I think the whole world knows me
Not what they should know
It's like rap an sellin crack is all I'm good for
Hangin in the hood for so long
I see why they talk
Bitches
Snitch a bustaz home

(Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??)

Verse 5 *(yukmouth)*

You're wrong I won't be offended
I be there hand in hand wit the pencil
Can it all be so simple
Like wu-tang, spit true game, to get pootang
From a nimfo

Verse 6 *(knumskull)*

Now I keep sayin
Don't get mad cuz you can't bump me
But I'm still gonna spit it
Cuz you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't quote it
Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it
I don't understand!

*(Chorus)*

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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