Lotta Hatin’ lyrics

[Intro: Too Short]
“Yeah, we hella disrespectful”

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
If a n*gga walk up on you, what you gon’ do?
Kick in him in the face with a boot
Beat his ass up with your crew
If his b*tch don’t stop talking, she can get it too
Hit that b*tch with a bottle
I don’t give a f*ck if she look like a model
Pretty ass b*tches get slapped too
And you better not say sh*t if they ask you, PUNK b*tch
You better get your ass out the VIP
‘Cause don’t nobody know you
We ‘bout to give them b*tch ass n*ggas over there another funeral to go to
(f*ck YOU, b*tch!)

[Chorus: Too $hort & Mistah F.A.B.]
All my life I’ve been a player
Hoes mad ‘cause I don’t care
I take your b*tch so quick, so fast
You mad like that ain’t fair
A lotta hatin’ over there, muh’f*cka
A lotta hatin’ over there
Why you hatin’ over there, muh’f*cka?
Why you hatin’ over there?
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
A lot of broke n*ggas in here mad at money, mad money
I said ‘Bye, Felicia; bye, Felicia’, you can’t have nothin’ from me
Where all the n*ggas at that’s gettin’ it?
Where all the n*ggas at that got bands?
Where all the b*tches at that got it?
And they got it without no man
They give a f*ck about everything but a b*tch
Razor in her pocket, she’ll cut a b*tch
Fake n*ggas can’t wear no jewels
My little n*ggas ‘bout to rob them fools

[Chorus: Too $hort
& Mistah F.A.B.]
All my life I’ve been a player
Hoes mad ‘cause I don’t care
I take your b*tch so quick, so fast
You mad like that ain’t fair
A lotta hatin’ over there, muh’f*cka
A lotta hatin’ over there
Why you hatin’ over there, muh’f*cka?
Why you hatin’ over there?

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
Somebody say ‘Muthaf*ck you damn sh*thead b*tch
Muthaf*ckin’ goddamn as*h*le’
“Muthaf*ck you damn sh*thead b*tch
Muthaf*ckin’ goddamn as*h*le”
[Verse 4: Mistah F.A.B.]
b*tch, yo’ n*gga got his ass whooped
That’s what you get f*ckin’ with f*ck n*ggas
b*tch, yo’ n*gga got his ass whooped
You need to choose up with a real n*gga

[Verse 5: Too $hort]
Toot that sh*t up before we shoot this sh*t up
Toot that sh*t up before we shoot this sh*t up
You better toot that sh*t up before we shoot this sh*t up
Toot it up, b*tch

[Verse 6: Mistah F.A.B.]
I don’t f*ck with b*tches that f*ck with them n*ggas that don’t f*ck with my hood
‘Cause my hood is the realest and the richest
And we got all of the money and the b*tches