Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hatin Me, artist - Slaine. Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
Hatin Me |
| Oh my sneaker game is right |
| I just shaved tonight |
| My cologne is smelling good |
| So what’s up mama? |
| You want a drink or what? |
| You wanna come and party with me? |
| My name is Slaine |
| You know you love my style don’t you really? |
| You haters act like you really got a chrome to kill me |
| But your gangster suspect, your palms are silly |
| I’m from Boston, New York and rolling a Philly |
| And I party like I’m rich till I’m broke in the morn |
| With my own CDs coke’s broken up on |
| Went to bed at noon time and I woke up at dawn |
| So my lifestyle’s what people are focusing on |
| Cause I party like a rock star, spit it like a rap star |
| Grab your dick and hock a loogie, get inside a black car |
| Quick, these bitches are on my dick |
| Eenie-meeny-miney-mo, which one will I pick? |
| Got so many sick flows, which one will I spit? |
| I have to get go so bad that I go with the get |
| Bitch I’m no backpacker, I’m a soldier with clips |
| And I told you motherfuckers that my shoulders are chipped |
| So all the people in the party in the place to be |
| With your eyes wide shut, I’m a make you see |
| There’s a very good reason why you’re hatin' me |
| Yeah I love this shit when you’re hatin' me |
| So all the people in the party in the place to be |
| With your eyes wide shut, I’m a make you see |
| There’s a very good reason why you’re hatin' me |
| You know I love this shit when you’re hatin' me |
| So you can love it or hate it, hate it or love it |
| I was stuck under the dirt but I made it above it |
| My stomach was hungry as fuck so I raided the cupboard |
| With the Devil in my eyes, go ahead and pray to the mother |
| The Virgin Mary, I’m emerging scary |
| And every curse word I ever blurred you’re hearing |
| And fuck everything with a skirt and earrings |
| Before I zip my zipper up and hurt your feelings |
| Everybody say that I’m just a liar |
| But their hands getting burnt when they touch the fire |
| I’m the dope man, words justifier |
| Still I’m getting stuck in the muck and mire |
| Your soul gets sold till the bucks can buy ya |
| But you can always find another slut to lie to |
| Cause when you got it like this they just rewind ya |
| And A&Rs never got the nuts to sign ya |
| Sorta hate me maybe cause my tapes are crazy |
| I grew up around the dope so the H don’t phase me |
| Fuck a bitch with a rubber, I don’t make no babies |
| I don’t accept, I don’t take no rabies |
| With cheques, rich bitch next for sick sex |
| Drink six packs of Becks until my bib’s wet |
| I never talk shit that I ain’t lived yet |
| Son or say that I done what I ain’t did yet |
| Was or you wasn’t, what you bugging when you guzzle gin |
| It doesn’t matter what kind of drugs that you smuggling |
| If you been there you know the game |
| And the porn stars all done blow with Slaine |
| I am like the rap star, this is what I grew to be |
| Bitches wanna fuck me, rappers wanna shoot at me |
| You’s love how I master words so beautifully |
| I know what I am, it ain’t nothing new to me |