Record Haters - E-40

Letra de Record Haters, canción donde E-40 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Tha Hall of Game. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de E-40 no te pierdas este single llamado Record Haters, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Record Haters - E-40

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Yo check it out. Today we're here wit
basketball star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo
what up kid?) From the... what, what,
what team is that you play for again?
(Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right,
right. So tell me Rasheed you know what
I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an
everythang goin on, tell me, I mean,
what, what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out
kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the
real shit. You know what I'm sayin.
Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm
sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie
Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit
them E-40's.) (E-40) Nigga what the
fu*kthey GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo
Benz Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not?
Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked
too hard fo, nigga quote me yo swole
bank rolls done turned to lil ol
anarxins get ready to pay the price ???
pee-wee no catchin Who got change fo
this brand new hundred? Staight outta
welfare when I break you niggas I'm a
have enough money, to buy a bare fare
spend about a half a hundred thousand
boost up my coins preceed to spit mo
supafly than Donald Goins this game is
so damn hemrigin that I be delivin these
niggas don't understand my shit but they
surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things
that, done jumped off lyrics 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 wallets What's that niggas name?
Rasheed Wallace!! You gon' have to learn
to respect yo elders 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 Click will
biatch! Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40 Record
Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!) We should cease
you from existance. (That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.) there's no way you could
get wit this (Stick to basketball
nigga!) we should cease you from
existance niggas like that shouldn't be
livin. (Biatch!) (E-40) Got another
muthafucka on my shit list I'm a cut off
his dick list I mean my hit list my rest
in piss list dude that be hangin around
Nas you know, gay baby nigga said some
negative shit about me up in a magazine
called " after watchin "New York
Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
Kool 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 platinum plaque nigga I was
sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin
Simalac all up in yo fake ass videos
(ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill
nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't
got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an
I'll have yo head where ever you at I'm
straight fool nigga seem like someone
shoulda been an told ya that bring the
yellow tape nigga, jungle full of
asphalt don't make no sense to talk that
talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that
walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip 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! (Learn about it
bitch!) We should cease you from
existance. (That's right) Niggas like
that shouldn't be livin. (Shouldn't be
livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record
Hatin bitches!) there's no way you could
get wit this (Uh.) We should cease you
from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas
like that shouldn't be livin. (E'ry
time) (E-40) When I first started off
niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was
blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant"
shit was way ahead of his time had
everyone an they great grandmas off that
Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label
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
Click 8-Ball, an MJG gettin that
independent paper all about my
ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine beat a
muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry tim
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