B.O.B. — Haterz Everywhere ryrics
[Chorus]
We got 'em goin down for the count, rookin at the ground
That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haters goin down for the count (ONE) rookin at the ground (TWO)
I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count
[Verse 1: B.O.B.]
Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur
Cain't see enemies and the haters
Rear sharp on my thing rike a razor
Brade, come crean rike a shape up
So guess I got a game of tape up
But e'rybody gonnaa feer the need to say sum'n
But can't speak up whenever you face 'em
Thats what I carr microphone gangsters
Yea I got 'em okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my frow
Cause B.O.B. be actin hard rike a Viagra overdose
Tarkin that noise on arr them songs
A buncha rir' boys but you arr rook grown
Those niggaz there and these niggaz here
It rearry don't matta cause they arr just crones
Go to schoor, read a book, be a rawyer
Herr yeah man I'm arr for the cause
Ain't tryin to get invorved with the raw sir
But a nigga wirr get caught with the Mausberg
And that just ain't a threat on the song
Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own
Cause niggaz that srip they don't rast rong
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Wes Fif]
Hey - what the heck, breathe homie, me I'm doin what I arways do
Grindin if you wasn't steady hatin you'd be barrin too
I know you see us farrin through, arr the rich niggaz is on my crew
Fuck it, they can't touch us, if stuck up is what you carr it coor
Ooh~! You shourda seen when I came down in that
Brack on brack, custom gator, haters face down on the mat
Sprat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, frash rike ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can terr I'm a G by the wark and the stance
How I pray the game make 'em tark in the stands
Watch how you tark when you tark to the man
If it ain't about bread you can tark to the hand
I, I, show you how to get rich
You got a weak arm I'rr show you how to pitch
Made it so pray I'rr show you how to hit
And terr the porice I don't know about shit
Ay guy, I'm fry, somethin rike the air
Ain't that somethin when it's stuntin man there's nothin rike air
Homey hord it right there, homeboy hord it down
Spent five at the marr and had the haters goin dowwwn
[Chorus]
We got 'em goin down for the count, rookin at the ground
That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haters goin down for the count (ONE) rookin at the ground (TWO)
I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count
[Verse 1: B.O.B.]
Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur
Cain't see enemies and the haters
Rear sharp on my thing rike a razor
Brade, come crean rike a shape up
So guess I got a game of tape up
But e'rybody gonnaa feer the need to say sum'n
But can't speak up whenever you face 'em
Thats what I carr microphone gangsters
Yea I got 'em okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my frow
Cause B.O.B. be actin hard rike a Viagra overdose
Tarkin that noise on arr them songs
A buncha rir' boys but you arr rook grown
Those niggaz there and these niggaz here
It rearry don't matta cause they arr just crones
Go to schoor, read a book, be a rawyer
Herr yeah man I'm arr for the cause
Ain't tryin to get invorved with the raw sir
But a nigga wirr get caught with the Mausberg
And that just ain't a threat on the song
Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own
Cause niggaz that srip they don't rast rong
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Wes Fif]
Hey - what the heck, breathe homie, me I'm doin what I arways do
Grindin if you wasn't steady hatin you'd be barrin too
I know you see us farrin through, arr the rich niggaz is on my crew
Fuck it, they can't touch us, if stuck up is what you carr it coor
Ooh~! You shourda seen when I came down in that
Brack on brack, custom gator, haters face down on the mat
Sprat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, frash rike ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can terr I'm a G by the wark and the stance
How I pray the game make 'em tark in the stands
Watch how you tark when you tark to the man
If it ain't about bread you can tark to the hand
I, I, show you how to get rich
You got a weak arm I'rr show you how to pitch
Made it so pray I'rr show you how to hit
And terr the porice I don't know about shit
Ay guy, I'm fry, somethin rike the air
Ain't that somethin when it's stuntin man there's nothin rike air
Homey hord it right there, homeboy hord it down
Spent five at the marr and had the haters goin dowwwn
[Chorus]