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Haters Gon Hate
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Haters Gon Hate was released on January 1, 2002 by No Limit Records as a part of the album Ballers
AlbumBallers
January 1, 2002
LabelNo Limit Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

When I pull up at the club in a big black truck on dubs
These **** gon' hate
Cause I'm doing big thangs, and I got a lot of ice in my chain
These **** gon' hate
When I come through the door, and take all the hoes
I know these **** gon' hate
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know these **** gon' hate
I don't know if it's the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these **** hate me
Like I'm a member of the Klu Klux Klan
I mean god damn, how much money I got in my hand
Really don't concern you, man
But I know why you **** boot me up
Cause I come through pushing brand new coupes and stuff
You say you wanna shoot me up because I got a pair of Jordans
Won't be out for at least two months
They call me Curren$y the Hot Spitter
And that's cause I keep my money in stacks
I know they got haters out to jack ****
So that's why I ride with my gat
A Glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar
And that's a X-K-8
And if you cross me, you'll die, dog
So I advise y'all, please don't hate
When I walk in the club and the bitch
Touching bread starts smiling (these **** gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these **** gon hate)
When them tires on the Navi just keep on spinning
Look at that shit man (these **** gon hate)
In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim
**** see that (these **** gon hate)
With a high rich I get I still remember, the bad times
In the Ville rock hustling, with a loaded nine
All the **** said I'd never make it, be friends now
All the dick-riders see this bitch, take a while
All the hoes that never liked me, wanna fuck me
I'll two-way you for some head, you can trust me
It must be this tank, or the shiny gold teeth
Make these hoes get wet, everytime I speak
These streets I push weight, silent ****
Unless you turn me into a, violent ****
Smiling in my face, **** hate behind my back
And you wonder why these bitch ass **** get smacked
No fear of the police, only the feds
Catch him snitch late night, I'll bust his head
No love for these hating ****, or the informants
Ask bank run about me, my account's enormous
When I'm walking through the mall, I'm chilling with my dogs
Or my girl (these **** gon hate)
I don't even notice **** why you spoke to this
**** got a choke me a hater (these **** gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these **** gon hate)
And all the ladies love Choppa, cause they know
He's such a poppa but all (these **** gon hate)
**** gonna hate no matter what you do
So if you don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you
And I could care less, who did what with who
See I love when you hate, so do what you do
Rolaid, I understand that's your crew
But them cats ain't got no love for you
Y'all wonder why, your careers and you died
Cause your songs sound the same, like you doing a lie
Don't wanna do nothing else, then shake the streets
That's why I'm glad big rap gave a dang to me
And my **** Master P gave the flame to me
Making hits after hits, what it came to be
Not just a boss rapper, but a hot m.c
All them other **** sound like me, think about it
I'm Choppa, that Westbank show stopper
If you sick of me, then **** go see a doctor
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these **** gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these **** gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these **** gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these **** gon hate)
Written by: Percy Miller

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