Hate Me lyrics

by

Yukmouth


Geah
It's the World's Most Hated
Yukmouth, n*gga
This one for your hatin-ass n*ggas, man, I done heard it all, man
You need to wash your f*ckin mouth out with soap, man
Cause you keep my name in your mouth, n*gga
Like I said, man, thanks for the promotion, n*gga
Goin platinum this time

[ VERSE 1 ]
They sayin Yukmouth this and Yukmouth that
'Yukmouth a b*tch, he even got his chain snatched
The Game f*cked him up when they was on the same track
And Spider beat his ass, that n*gga can't scrap
One hit wonder, that n*gga can't rap
And he trick on the b*tches, that n*gga can't mack
Got ran out of Oakland and never came back
And I heard he was smokin, he never slinged crack'
Haha, gotta laugh at that and blaze a grape sack
Next day I got my chain back, so rephrase that
His b*tch chose up, I pimped her on the same track
n*ggas be dirty-mackin when you f*ck the same rats
And that Game sh*t is old, it was way back
We squashed the beef since then, I know you hate that
And ask Numskull, I used to sling lley sacks
If you had bagged dope, rock it, bring the caine back
[ Chorus ]
n*ggas hate cause they got nothin better to do
n*ggas hate cause I'm gettin mo' cheddar than you
n*ggas hate cause I'm doin mo' better than you
Or do you hate cause you got nothin better to do?
n*ggas hate when they see me in that Beamer on them 22s
These n*ggas hate when they watchin BET, see me on YouTube
n*ggas hate when they see me mackin hoes givin pimps the blues
Get your weight up, n*gga, not your hate up

[ VERSE 2 ]
'Yukmouth broke, that's J Prince house
And them J Prince cars, he just rent them sh*ts out
And that's J Prince jewelry, he just lent them sh*ts out
I hate that n*gga guts, I'ma punch him in his mouth
He licked my b*tch pus*y and ate her butt out
And that's why they really call that n*gga Yukmouth
Rap-A-Lot dropped him cause that n*gga be dissin
And I heard his wife left him cause that n*gga be trickin'
Haha, now listen to these faggot n*ggas dissin
The b*tch suckin my di*k the same b*tch you kissin
Every night your punk rock misses, she was pimpin
I had the house before the solo deal, they bullsh*ttin
Geah, jewelry is mine, the cars is mine
No video rented hoes, all the broads is mine
Geah, like Allen I. I'ma ball for mine
And Rap-A-Lot got my back if you cross the line
n*gga
[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
'Well, I hate Yukmouth, he dissed all my homies
And f*ck the Regime, them n*ggas all phony
Gonzoe left cause he wasn't gettin no money
And the Luniz split up, he don't be f*ckin with Nummy
Keak don't like him, $hort don't like him
40 don't like him, the whole Bay don't like him
That n*gga fell off, he don't get no airplay
He ain't from the Bay, he really from L.A.'
These internet n*ggas always got somethin to say
Make up some bullsh*t, then post it on MySpace
Ey, I'm from the Bay but to L.A. I migrate
I was knee-deep in the game, all of my family buyed weight
And Keak my n*gga, it's PM to the death
And $hort, 40 always tell me I'm one of the best
And yes, the Luniz still together, ask (?)
Gonzoe never left, put that hate to rest

[ Chorus ]

There you have it, you hatin-ass faggots
Y'all n*ggas always got your name in your mouth, man
And I know why you n*ggas hate, man
Cause I'm exactly what you not, n*gga
I got money - you don't
I got b*tches - you don't
I got cars, homes, jewelry - you obviously don't
That's why you hatin, n*gga
Step your weight up not your hate up
If I was in your shoes, n*gga, I'd watch a n*gga
And I'd step my f*ckin weight up, n*gga
If you could get it I could get it, n*gga
I ain't gon' hate on nobody, n*gga
And like I said before, n*gga
Thanks for the motherf*ckin promotion, man
And I ain't dissin nobody no mo', man
Good night
Haha
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