Playa Hata

featuring Teddy

*(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