Too $hort (too Short) - Quit Hatin', Part 2 lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X] Quit hatin motherf**er, quit hatin! Quit hatin p**y n***a, quit hatin! God damnit MOTHERfu*kAHHH God damnit MOTHERfu*kAHHH [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 n***az 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 b**hes up so they can mimic the game Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne Haha, y'all b**hes ain't keep sh** real Y'all b**hes ain't got the wheel Y'all b**hes done clappin ya traps and don't even know the f**in deal Y'all just some hatin a** hoes, mad cause these real n***az chose Y'all b**hes be poppin that sh** gon' get popped in ya f**in nose Cause this sh** big sh** b**h, I'm down with that player sh** Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna s** his dick Y'all b**hes is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe It's Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes [Chorus] [Pimp C] My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six So many games cookin whippin down 55 in this b**h n***az thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin n***az talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin I'm a self made n***a 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 n***az ain't seen all the sh** 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-Cla**, know what the f** I mean? A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper A candy sweet dipper playin with co*k and s**in on nipples Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherf**in n***a [Chorus] [Verse Three] Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, k**ers Can only date the millionaires and drug dealers Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas Straight gangsters or them motherf**ein 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 b**h 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 sh**, 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? n***az hatin.. b**hes hatin.. f** '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 f** Just show me some love, when you see me at the club