Drunken Master - Reasons lyrics

[Al Nuke] "Huh, yo, check it out Al Nuke be the Don What's crackin' on this track My n***a Drunken Master, baby 1998, playas get off me You-know-what-I'm-sayin'?" [Lady's voice (Al Nuke) Al Nuke] I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em Playa hate- Playa hate These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch! I can tell you all the reasons ("That goes to all you busta, b**h-boy Why they playa hate mark-a** n***as") You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em Playa hate- Playa hate These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch! I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate Playa hate- Playa hate I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate Playa hate- Playa hate [Al Nuke] "You know what I'ma do? You know what I'ma do? I'm kick a freestyle, check it out." You wanna hate me 'cause I'm do-able- Five-ten suitable b**hes be sayin' Tiq was sayin' 'Damn, Al beautiful' Loc'ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them b**hes' mommas Put up a six and catch a cab, roll is still solid You wanna beat her 'cause she lovin' me Candle light and bubbley- She say she likin' you but say she f**in' me Playa, you got a plan Baby, don't think Off the six and the cris, he got the B-12 stankin' Let's do the ocean and the hundred footers, just me and the homies And some skimmies floatin' out to Bermuda- It's ALL real, n***as We ball, my figgas, rules apply Respect, it's the real kind of n***as, live or die See, compare you and I is like a bee to a fly You almost there but in my eyes, n***a, who cares? It's kinda weird for a playa to be laughed at, half-scratched Cold on him- Don't be tryin', still had a hoe's on him What? [Lady's voice (Al Nuke) Al Nuke Drunken Master] I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em Playa hate- Playa hate These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch! I can tell you all the reasons ("Lot of reasons- Lot of reasons") Why they playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? Playa hate- Playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? [Al Nuke] Is it because I'm hot now, shows we rock down? Al Nuke and Mister Moon got this b**h locked down So from island, haters' snitchin' on 'em The federalists but we STILL got a team on 'em We put the Beam on you haters when you s**ers stroll n***as all up in mine but still wonder why you b**hes' broke Put 'em in your face, you choke All n***as talk about me- 'Al nuke done blew up Now these n***as gotta rap about me' You bustas shoot up b**h Boy, all I do is laugh- You wanna k** me But your b**h want my autograph! It's just that thug in you Now tell yo' baby's moms we love them too Best friends, sisters and cousins, boo fu*kED them too See that's the work we do, now playa part done stuck on this thang And who the type of n***as that rap Next day, wanna say we done f**ed off In the game- You know what I'm talkin' about Half you n***as, lame money- Got the same money What you talkin' about spendin' with me, n***a? We live for champagne money! [Lady's voice Al Nuke Drunken Master] I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em Playa hate- Playa hate These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch! I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? Playa hate- Playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? Playa hate- Playa hate Why you out there playa hatin' on me? I can tell you all the reasons Why they playa hate You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em Playa hate- Playa hate These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em [Al Nuke] "Wit' a TEAM on 'em Drunken Master, baby Al Nuke, puttin' that sh** down Know-what-I'm-sayin'? Comin' to a hood near you, n***a 99 for 2000, n***a!" [Drunken Master DJ Willie Will] "Yeah, that's the sounds of my man, Al Nuke, knaw-I-mean? Drunken Master sittin' up in here, mic side, holdin' it down For you and yours Yo, give me a call- 1-800-DICK-IN-YA-MOUTH, ya-knaw-I-mean? I got my homeboy, E, mannin' the phone lines" "Yeah, yeah!" "E, what's crackin' over there, playa?" "Yo, my n***a, the phone lines is BLAZIN' We off the MEAT rack up in this mawf**a Next calla, my nuts is on ya chin You wanna say WHAT?!!" ("WHAT?!! WHAT...")