Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Haters , by - Field MobRelease date: 21.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Haters |
| HATERSSSSSSSSSS! |
| Hatin cause my 20's be. |
| choppin! |
| choppin! |
| Hatin cause these hoes be. |
| jockin! |
| jockin! |
| Try me and my Glock’ll be. |
| cockin! |
| poppin! |
| (Kalage) |
| Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee? |
| Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans… thats 23's |
| With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring |
| Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths… thats 22's |
| On the Impala on 20 inches |
| Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln’s cabin |
| And with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets |
| Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX |
| White sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests |
| Or is it the ?? |
| chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match |
| Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean |
| Nice tek’n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me |
| Strapped wit' a tek in my jeans |
| Ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my |
| Neck-a-lace |
| Hook 2x |
| (Trick Daddy) |
| Now just imagine if there wasn’t no real niggas |
| No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas |
| On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real |
| I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville |
| Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work |
| But I ain’t never heard of you |
| I love dub-deuces, only cause I’m sittin on em |
| And once again I’m gunnin, copped the big 500 |
| A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted |
| Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin |
| I sold more oz’s than cd’s and lp’s |
| Baby, I’m a thug plus I’m OG |
| I roll 'em heavy, I’m bout my fetti |
| And the feds is what I’m headed |
| If you fuck niggas keep tellin' |
| Hook 2x |
| (Boondox) |
| I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ?? |
| And ceelo twankys (choppin) |
| 4 15' subwoofers (blasting) |
| I dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga |
| Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa! |
| Thats what they say on the low |
| WE’RE LOSING HIMMMM! |
| Thats what paramedics’ll say |
| While you lay on the floor |
| Can we all just get along? |
| smoke trees, hit a bong |
| Haters pussy niggas, so I’m a choke 'em wit' a thong |
| Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo' |
| But I’m better wit' coke and hot hennessey |
| My peers is like queers they only get mad |
| Cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers |
| They smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes |
| I spot more than dalmations |
| Hook 4x |