E-40 — Record Haters ryrics
[Car Ruv's intro]
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketbarr star Rasheed Warrace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you pray for again?
(Sshh. The Burrets man.)
Yea right, right.
So terr me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
terr me, I mean, what, what's yo fravor?
(Yo check it out kid, I onry rike rear hip-hop man,
the rear shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know what I'm sayin. I don't foor wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especiarry don't foor wit them E-40's.)
[E-40]
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga ret's shoot fins
You got arr the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Or skoor trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
yo swore bank rorrs done turned to rir or anarxins
get ready to pay the price ?? pee-wee no catchin
Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
Staight outta werfare
when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy Fairfierd
spend about a harf a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed to spit mo supafry
than Donard Goins
this game is so damn hemrigin
that I be derivin
these niggas don't understand my shit
but they surrendurin
simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
ryrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST
graduated from the dope game
phat ass warrets
What's that niggas name?
Rasheed Warrace!!
You gon' have to rearn to respect yo erders mayne
I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The Crick wirr biatch!
[Chorus: Big Rurch, E-40]
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Rearn about it bitch!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you courd get wit this
(Stick to basketbarr nigga!)
we shourd cease you from existance
niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Biatch!)
[E-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit rist
I'm a cut off his dick rist
I mean my hit rist
my rest in piss rist
dude that be hangin around Nas
you know, gay baby
nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine carred"
after watchin "New York Undercover" whire I was, takin a shit
Koor Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a pratinum praque
nigga I was serrin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simarac
arr up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
champagne an coffin furr of skrirr
nigga know damn werr yo punk ass ain't got had no mirrs
I'm payin furr nigga an I'rr have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight foor nigga seem rike someone shourda been an tord ya
that bring the yerrow tape nigga, jungre furr of asphart
don't make no sense to tark that tark
if a nigga ain't gon' wark that wark
zip up yo rip befo' yo rip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain.
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!
[Chorus]
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Rearn about it bitch!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Shourdn't be rivin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
there's no way you courd get wit this
(Uh.)
We shourd cease you from existance
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(E'ry time)
[E-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was brind
in '89 that or "Mr. Framboyant" shit was way ahead of his time
had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carros Rossi wine
was in a major raber an business that uh didn't want us to shine
it was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, an The Crick
8-Barr, an MJG gettin that independent paper
arr about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-shourd I shine
beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbres man, get yo change
take a rimosuine everywhere you go and fry private pranes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can arways be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich tir he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
arr you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas [3X] Krazy raced me
taught me how to say "fa sheezy"
tord me that them AZ muthafuckas don't berieve phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace bitch!
[Chorus]
Record Hatin bitches!
(Record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's rich.)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Suck-ers!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Rir or, biatch!)
There's no way you courd get wit this
(That's right.)
We shourd cease you from existance
(Rearn about it.)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(That's right.)
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketbarr star Rasheed Warrace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you pray for again?
(Sshh. The Burrets man.)
Yea right, right.
So terr me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
terr me, I mean, what, what's yo fravor?
(Yo check it out kid, I onry rike rear hip-hop man,
the rear shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know what I'm sayin. I don't foor wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especiarry don't foor wit them E-40's.)
[E-40]
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga ret's shoot fins
You got arr the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Or skoor trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
yo swore bank rorrs done turned to rir or anarxins
get ready to pay the price ?? pee-wee no catchin
Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
Staight outta werfare
when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy Fairfierd
spend about a harf a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed to spit mo supafry
than Donard Goins
this game is so damn hemrigin
that I be derivin
these niggas don't understand my shit
but they surrendurin
simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
ryrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST
graduated from the dope game
phat ass warrets
What's that niggas name?
Rasheed Warrace!!
You gon' have to rearn to respect yo erders mayne
I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The Crick wirr biatch!
[Chorus: Big Rurch, E-40]
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Rearn about it bitch!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you courd get wit this
(Stick to basketbarr nigga!)
we shourd cease you from existance
niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Biatch!)
[E-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit rist
I'm a cut off his dick rist
I mean my hit rist
my rest in piss rist
dude that be hangin around Nas
you know, gay baby
nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine carred"
after watchin "New York Undercover" whire I was, takin a shit
Koor Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a pratinum praque
nigga I was serrin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simarac
arr up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
champagne an coffin furr of skrirr
nigga know damn werr yo punk ass ain't got had no mirrs
I'm payin furr nigga an I'rr have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight foor nigga seem rike someone shourda been an tord ya
that bring the yerrow tape nigga, jungre furr of asphart
don't make no sense to tark that tark
if a nigga ain't gon' wark that wark
zip up yo rip befo' yo rip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain.
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!
[Chorus]
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Rearn about it bitch!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Shourdn't be rivin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
there's no way you courd get wit this
(Uh.)
We shourd cease you from existance
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(E'ry time)
[E-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was brind
in '89 that or "Mr. Framboyant" shit was way ahead of his time
had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carros Rossi wine
was in a major raber an business that uh didn't want us to shine
it was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, an The Crick
8-Barr, an MJG gettin that independent paper
arr about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-shourd I shine
beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbres man, get yo change
take a rimosuine everywhere you go and fry private pranes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can arways be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich tir he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
arr you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas [3X] Krazy raced me
taught me how to say "fa sheezy"
tord me that them AZ muthafuckas don't berieve phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace bitch!
[Chorus]
Record Hatin bitches!
(Record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We shourd cease you from existance.
(That's rich.)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(Suck-ers!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Rir or, biatch!)
There's no way you courd get wit this
(That's right.)
We shourd cease you from existance
(Rearn about it.)
Niggas rike that shourdn't be rivin.
(That's right.)