Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Hate On Me, artist - Jermaine Dupri. Date of issue: 09.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Hate On Me |
| Nigga, don’t you hate on me, why don’t you go and get you some? |
| Don’t you hate on me, why don’t you go and get you some? |
| 4x |
| Motherfucker, go get you some |
| Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at |
| Put your blunts in the air, y’all nigga get fried to this |
| To the ??? |
| to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker |
| What you niggas really wanna do? |
| Big ballers flossin' |
| Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' |
| Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face |
| What they say? |
| «Oh nothin'» |
| Buster, hit’em in they shit anyway (hey) |
| That’s how we play, stil thuggin' ain’t a thing change |
| Still the same name, love the face |
| Real, real niggas, that’s all I gotta say |
| You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted |
| Really, the real ain’t shit to be fucked wit' |
| Protected by the niner, when you careful |
| The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock |
| Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff |
| Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel |
| What’s pumpin' the shotgun? |
| Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect |
| That’s all we want but nigga, you don’t feel me |
| Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD |
| Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat |
| Just like that |
| I ain’t fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' |
| Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake |
| Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take |
| Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate |
| Some of you hoes is overrated with flows |
| The salvate’ll take’em to the rehab and get’em re-instated |
| My lyrical content send other bitches to convents |
| Pray for me to be deleted but that’s nonsense |
| Been the bomb since '74 Aries |
| I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me |
| He want to get in between the sheets |
| Leave the wallet and the keys for me |
| I ain’t persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me |
| Nigga, we can fuck free frequently |
| You study me, but another me could never be sold |
| Broke the most 6−0-6−4-4 |
| When niggas’ll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off |
| Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off |
| When I’m finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I’m ridin' high |
| Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase |
| Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it’s time to die |
| See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed |
| I’m flyin' on out of what? |
| Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck |
| Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up |
| Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what? |
| Niggas can’t fuck with us |
| Like Busta Bust, we dangerous |
| And you know that if I peel I got mo' |
| Y’all peel, it’s gone, that’s why the ice grill on |
| When the wheel on by y’all niggas in the corner |
| Back and forth, like «fuck that little guy» |
| Don’t worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self |
| How you shit on shelf and how you sit around |
| Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def |
| I’m a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien |
| Never been known to play with |
| Can’t none of y’all see me, so y’all niggas don’t really need to say shit |
| With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks |
| What y’all need to do is shut up |
| And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook |