SLAINE - Hatin` Me lyrics
[Intro:] Oh my sneaker game is right I just shaved tonight My cologne is smelling good So what's up mama? You want a drink or what? You wanna come and party with me? My name is Slaine [Verse 1:] You know you love my style don't you really? You haters act like you really got a chrome to k** me But your gangster suspect, your palms are silly I'm from Boston, New York and rolling a Philly And I party like I'm rich till I'm broke in the morn With my own CDs coke's broken up on Went to bed at noon time and I woke up at dawn So my lifestyle's what people are focusing on Cause I party like a rock star, spit it like a rap star Grab your dick and hock a loogie, get inside a black car Quick, these b**hes are on my dick Eenie-meeny-miney-mo, which one will I pick? Got so many sick flows, which one will I spit? I have to get go so bad that I go with the get b**h I'm no backpacker, I'm a soldier with clips And I told you motherf**ers that my shoulders are chipped [Hook:] So all the people in the party in the place to be With your eyes wide shut, I'm a make you see There's a very good reason why you're hatin' me Yeah I love this sh** when you're hatin' me So all the people in the party in the place to be With your eyes wide shut, I'm a make you see There's a very good reason why you're hatin' me You know I love this sh** when you're hatin' me [Verse 2:] So you can love it or hate it, hate it or love it I was stuck under the dirt but I made it above it My stomach was hungry as f** so I raided the cupboard With the Devil in my eyes, go ahead and pray to the mother The Virgin Mary, I'm emerging scary And every curse word I ever blurred you're hearing And f** everything with a skirt and earrings Before I zip my zipper up and hurt your feelings Everybody say that I'm just a liar But their hands getting burnt when they touch the fire I'm the dope man, words justifier Still I'm getting stuck in the muck and mire Your soul gets sold till the bucks can buy ya But you can always find another s*ut to lie to Cause when you got it like this they just rewind ya And A&Rs never got the nuts to sign ya [Hook] [Verse 3:] Sorta hate me maybe cause my tapes are crazy I grew up around the dope so the H don't phase me f** a b**h with a rubber, I don't make no babies I don't accept ["no maybes"?], I don't take no rabies With cheques, rich b**h next for sick s** Drink six packs of Becks until my bib's wet I never talk sh** that I ain't lived yet Son or say that I done what I ain't did yet Was or you wasn't, what you bugging when you guzzle gin It doesn't matter what kind of d** that you smuggling If you been there you know the game And the p**n stars all done blow with Slaine I am like the rap star, this is what I grew to be b**hes wanna f** me, rappers wanna shoot at me You's love how I master words so beautifully I know what I am, it ain't nothing new to me [Hook]