Hate It lyrics

[Chorus: Kanye West]
How much they hate it? Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry
Don’t try this at home; results may vary
King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry (Yeah, Yeah, they never looking for them?)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
How much they hate me? Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I never get sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry
Don’t try this at home; results may vary
A King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry
[?], gon' be, problem, roll up in [?]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, get back, mothaf*cka hit em up in back, back when the flow get better, thеm n*ggas better look it up, n*ggas talk down, but thesе n*ggas better get it up, chin check like a n*gga, n*gga laugh
Kid Cudi right back, tell a ride in the bed, mothaf*ckas talk down, when I pull up in the bed, n*gga
Slow down on the b*tch, n*gga
Ain't fast if a n*gga wanna talk reckless Get him checked real quick for his necklace
n*gga, talk down when a n*gga rough and hectic
Hey, get hectic when the tech hit, uh
When I sit back, fall back n*gga, better know I'm in the name like that Super Cudi got a name like that
Sit back, sippin' on the rap, that's dude
Take n*ggas to school to play more rude
n*gga, that's so stellar, that groove, n*gga
Fall back if you wanna all back to back back or somethin' that new, n*gga
I hit em up so quicker than a picture could ever take
Them motherf*ckers mad cause I'm lightning fast
On the mark, n*gga, talk down, lick that man when I nip that ass Girlfriend got ass, girlfriend got a smash If she quicker for the mask, we know a stack thugger, she could kiss my ass If she ain't f*ckin' or talkin' bout suckin' somethin', then that b*tch keep rollin'
I'm that boy sittin' back in the car
"That n*gga just does keep smoking!"
While I'm smokin' that pote and fit that, the n*gga better sit that back when I sip on my yak and my 40 ounce I'm up in the club, n*gga, rock the bounce, ayy
Bounces act up, get him up quick when the mac is jacked up
Mm, get the nine-millimeter yak, silly
Mm, motherf*cker, holla at me
Ellie Uh, yeah, Plain Pat, what up?
High five, yeah, yeah
Baby girl got that ass, the baby girl feelin' the smash
Quick up on the math, n*gga