E-40 Record Haters Lyrics

[Intro: Cal Luv]
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 s___. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mobb's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's...)

[E-40]
n____ what the f___ they GOOD fo? n____ let's shoot fins
You got all the bread n____, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, n____ 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 n____s I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare
Spend about a half a hundred thousand, boost up my coins
proceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins
this game is so d___ hemriging, that I be delivering
These n____s don't understand my s___ but they surrendering
Simmering, remembering things that, done jumped off
Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
just because...I'm from the WEST not the EAST
Graduated from the dope game, phat a__ wallets
What's that n____s name? Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders, mayne
I'm twomp bait n____ ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
n____!!
The Click will b_____!

[Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40]
Record Hatin b____es!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it b____!)
We should cease you from existance
(That's right)
n____s like that shouldn't be livin
(m____fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin b____es
(Trademark.)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball n____!)
we should cease you from existance
n____s like that shouldn't be livin
(b_____!)

Got another m____fucka on my s___ list, I'm a cut off his d___ list
I mean my hit list, my rest in p___ list
Dude that be hangin around Nas, you know, gay baby
n____ said some negative s___ about me up in a magazine called
'after watchin New York Undercover' while I was, takin a s___
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that n____ AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
n____ I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
All up in yo fake a__ videos (ok)
Champagne an coffin full of skrill
n____ know d___ well yo punk a__ ain't got had no mills
I'm payin full n____ and I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool n____ seem like someone shoulda been and told ya
That bring the yellow tape n____, jungle full of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk that talk if a n____ ain't gon' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
b_____! b_____!
I gives a f___! b_____!

It's major pain.
n____ don't know a d___ thang about me.
You m____fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed b_____!
b_____!

[Chorus:]
Record Hatin b____es!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it b____!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's right)
n____s like that shouldn't be livin.
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record Hatin b____es!
(Record Hatin b____es!)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Uh)
We should cease you from existance
(V-Town b____!)
n____s like that shouldn't be livin.
(E'ry time)

When I first started off n____s had me f___ed, m____fuckas was blind
in '89 that ol 'Mr. Flamboyant' s___ 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, and The Click
8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper
All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
Beat a m____fucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
That's what I was taught to do by my big homie though
You can always be a n____, but a n____ ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
Overnight sensation, never me
All you 'Record Haters' got Ph.IV
My n____s three times Krazy laced me
taught me how to say 'fa sheezy'
Told me that them AZ m____fuckas don't believe phat means greasy
We can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace b____!

[Chorus:]
Record Hatin b____es!
(Record hatin b____es!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's rich.)
n____s like that shouldn't be livin.
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin b____es
(Lil ol, b_____!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(That's right.)
We should cease you from existance
(Learn about it.)
n____s like that shouldn't be livin.
(That's right.)