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Player Haters
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Player Haters was released on April 1, 1996 by Epic/Legacy as a part of the album F.B.I.
AlbumF.B.I.
ReleasedApril 1, 1996
LabelEpic/Legacy
LanguageEnglish
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Valence
Danceability
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Girl, bring your motherfuckin' ass on
I ain't got all day, come on
Motherfucker, don't be rushin' me
Here I come, damn
Damn, she always be playin' and shit
Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, shit
What's up?
Shit
Oh, well, what you wanna do today?
****, it don't matter as long as you spendin' that loot
Oh, ain't nothin' wrong with that
If I got it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
Hmm, what's this?
This that Dayton Family shit, ****, that shit is tight
What? This bullshit?
Get this shit out my car
We ain't playin' no Dayton Family, nah
That ain't even happenin'
Fuck you, ****
You's a motherfuckin' player hater
[Verse 2]
No player haters be at the party 'cause it's a player thing
So pack your bag in, in your wagon and make that change
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she's suckin' my dick and it feels good
I'm hittin' that good like you should when you leave the hood
I'm in your house, fuckin' your bitch, she's lovin' this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, I've been hittin' her with this demon drop
You perpetrate me, player hate me, bitch, I started you
I brung you in this bitch and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.D.'s a snitch, who wrote that on that liquor store?
To the clique that snitched on Matt
Better watch your back 'cause you gots to go
Quit shakin' my hand and understand that you're my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be
My fuckin' ****, the bigger the body, the bigger the hole in fall
I'm pullin' the trigger on the ****, there's no need to stall
So if you run up, you'll get gunned up by this quiet ****
Shoestring won't buy it, ****, so don't you try it, ****
Walk in the club ready to buck with any player-hatian
You catchin' the bullet in your stomach is the situation
Knockin' out your wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin' kite
Gotta get your goods, gotta get your goods, then I'm outta sight
Used to be my ****, but you **** wanna player hate me
Comin' out your TV is the motherfuckin' A-V-E
More bounce than a woofer, spit more game than that **** Sugar
Better ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin' booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow in this pimpin' game
Busters be lame, got you bitches fiendin' for that 'caine
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
No love for hoes 'cause they some motherfuckin' player haters
[Verse 3]
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
[Verse 4]
Player-hatian, this is the situation that I'm up against
These **** be hollerin' my name, I'm movin' that 'caine and that's evidence
What I done is what you do, you live off rap, you wasn't true
Now you're spittin' venom 'cause word around town is that I fucked your boo
You **** love player hatin', suckin' dicks from state to state
Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, 'cause you got caught with weight
Witness to a murder you ain't heard, shut your mouth when a killer's talkin'
Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D, and now your ass is walkin'
Rats want they cheese, F-E-Ds gave 'em snitch degrees
You'll get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with G's
Court of the law, but you done saw a ho then cashed a check
Wanna send me up and pen me up like I'm a fuckin' pet
P-L to the A-Y-E-R, H-A-T to the fuckin' E
You said we're done, the family's over, you're blind and you can't see
The facts of life is that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas
No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what you tell us
I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do
You left a clue, your ho said you didn't like my crew
I played you off, then fuckin' your ho, this week she bought me gators
Wearin' your suits, my brother's boots, so fuck you, player hater
[Verse 5]
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
[Verse 6]
Man, why these punk ass **** be player hatin'?
I be gettin' my slang on down on Dayton
Me and Shoestring doin' our thing
Blunts smokin', backseat ridin' limousine
See, I've been a millionaire since '91
Unholy Esham, I'm my mama's son
All you rappers out there sayin' you went gold
But ain't got shit to show for the records you sold
I.D. told me, let a ho be a ho
**** hate you got paid, they player hatin' you so
Fuck them ****, they gon' die and nobody'll show
At they ho ass funeral 'cause only you will know
**** get paid when they stay true to the game
Fuck them hoes and get the money, steady fuckin' the fame
See, me and Ghetto E kinda feel the same
All you player hatin' **** out there know y'all name
And y'all some player haters
[Verse 7]
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton raider
(Player hated, player hated)
Written by: Esham Smith, Ira Dorsey, Raheen Petterson
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