Kurupt Hate On Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: Soopafly]
Eh yo, if rappin' was a b____ you'd have no p____
Maybe tongue kissin', but still no p____
Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy
Suppa so busy c___in' the 4 fizzy
Mad cause I'm too fly, and I pumped your ho
crushed your flow you got jealous club me for
I sensed the hate, I used my optical
You was too close around when I pocket doe
First came the wishin', then came the b____in'
Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen
I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken
I'll bust a bad ho, n_____ take your pickin'
Like a s___ callin' b____es on my cell phone
But my b____es, try to take my fly b____es
I ain't just trippin', I can't trust n____s who ain't us
Bringin' n____s who can't bust
I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya
Half tustla mixed with you just a busta
b____ a__ n____s get me rich fast quicka
Now don't tricka this Supa a__ kicka

[Chorus]
Why do you hate on me
Cause I don't be trippin' off you
My image is stuck on G
Try to f___ with me this year...Get the 'beep' outta here!
I'm so up on my s___
These b____es ain't gettin' my grip
So I still remain a G
But why do you hate on me

[Verse 2: Damani]
(How you gone hate on me)
And I'm that n____ that ride beats smoother than Ron Isley
Talkin' bout f___ Damani but steady eyein' me
Steady tryin' to see how good s__ with me could be
(Why won't you let me f___?)
And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin'
Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion
Undercover ho's be real soft spoken
(Why would you slash my tire?)
And I got stock in Goodyear, b____ I'm all good year
Tryin' to f___ up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears
Darkskin, go-tee with no beard
I change ho's like I change clothes
Young devil in the city o' angels
Keep it ghetto like cups with staples
Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel. Now...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Why do b____es blow d___s?
I don't know that but I can tell you dis, you simple trick
(Now you get it all you want)
We roll joints we don't f___ with blunts, f___ a blunt now
(Some n____s is worse than ho's)
Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go
I'll make a b____ blow b____ like a ball and sing that song(echoes)...but naked
Most o' y'all n____s be break and hatin' records
The most hatin' done in 8.5 seconds
Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me
Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' on Warren G
Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani
Cause he wanna f___ Armani and don't wear Armani
Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tre-dee, Tre-dee is like f___'em if they hatin the G
f___ y'all

[Chorus]

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