Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Whole Lotta Hatin' , by - Lil BanditRelease date: 12.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Whole Lotta Hatin' |
| Hell Yeah |
| Check this out |
| It’s motherfuckin’Royal T homie |
| Up on this bitch |
| Fuckin’vatos yappin’homie |
| We don’t fuck around at Low Pro |
| Never fucking around |
| You wanna be known the way I be puttin’them down |
| Bucking them down fool, the way I be getting around |
| Hard on the city, be fellin’your pity, just hopin’there’s no tomorrow |
| When ever you mom’s on my mind fool, you know the time |
| The way I murder and slaughter you father, your mother, and your daughter |
| When ever you comin', you better be gunnin', before I make my motherfuckin' |
| ?? |
| comin' |
| Gang bangin’in the 6−1-9, Low Pro keep it real when we on the grind |
| I’m stuck up fool, I don’t hear the hater’s talkin' |
| I focus on chips, that bullshit keep walkin' |
| Got at your ex, cause baby doll keep jockin' |
| Got her, sprong on the dick, now that bitch is night stalkin' |
| Tryna be my baby’s mama, but chill baby doll |
| I already got one, that drive’s me up the fuckin’wall |
| I’m just tryna ball, and be single and free |
| Now watch me hope a '63 from L.A. to S.D. |
| It’s so ruff, so tuff, the shit we been trough (What!!) |
| A Whole lotta hatin', be still continue (Biatch) |
| Making dope track’s that still offend you (What!!) |
| Either we gonna hit the street’s or we gonn hit’chu (Oooooo) |
| I’m old school, no 20's, I roll 13's |
| S.D., Jersey, it’s about time you heard me Slow motion through the city |
| Needy with the greedy |
| What’chu know about the Low Profile committee |
| Scopin’chica’s with the tight clothes |
| Always spittin’tight flows, hit’chu with oh, five holes |
| What’chu ready to die holmes? |
| Watch me get my shine on, watch me get my ride on If you got beef, homie, we gonna collide homles |
| True gangster shit, get on my hit |
| Now trip if you wanna trip |
| But I spit flows, equivalent, 2 slug’s of the clip |
| Don’t slit, we got it on lock, keep da block from burnin’down |
| Platinum sounds, made enough cash, to put you underground |
| Hell yeah, got that heat, 17 shot’s across the street |
| I made that money, and like pussy, I’m gonna kill it Ese’s don’t play, we roll mad ?? |
| Test the ball’s on my homie, you’ll be dead in the street of Southeast |
| — Lil'Rob |
| I wake up in the morning, can’t wait for night time |
| You said you got a style but it’s not quite like mine |
| You said your fucking real? |
| then let’s keep it real |
| You wanna be like me cause I got the rap appeal |
| You little leva, every time I hear your name |
| I laugh cause I know you, claimin’that your somethin' |
| You ain’t nothin', your bluffin', so ruff, so tuff |
| When your on the mic, put it down, like your head |
| When I saw you at the mall that night |
| Every thing you say is dumb, crack my cranium |
| I’ll crack you cranium, in the center, of Qualcomm Stadium |
| With everybody watchin', «You can only witness the thing’s you see |
| Not the things you hear"remember that, so stop talking |
| mocking what your jocking, next time you see me puto, keep on walkin' |
| Don’t be stopping or we’ll be boxing |
| You hate me, but you play me, how else would you hear this |
| Checkin’out my lyrics cause you fear this you can’t get near this |