Текст песни Playa Hata - Luniz
*(Teddy)*
Why
you
wanna...
playa
hate
on
me?
Oh-hoo-hooooo
baby,
Oh
yeahhhhh,
Eh-heyyyy,
Why
you
wanna
playa
hate
on
me?
Verse
1 *(Yukmouth)*
Nobody
can
help
him,
So
welcome
to
the
land
of
ski
maskes,
We
blastes,
To
bust
a
couple
of
caps
up
in
they
weak
asses,
The
dust
that's
bein
kicked
up,
An
Yuk
is
down
to
lick
up,
Do
a
stick
up,
At
an
Armor
truck
pick
up,
Then
get
tucked,
Up
out
the
scenery,
Wit
greenery,
Stopped
up,
watch
up,
Sew
the
block
up
wit
creamery,
The
cream,
I
sling,
got
fiends
on
my
team,
Like
a
fiend
I
dream,
an
hoes
swing
on
my
ding-a-ling,
Sumpthin
tremendous,
They
spend
grip,
Endless
trips
to
Macy's,
they
trade
me,
So
playa
hataz...
hate
me,
I
keep
the
safety
off
my
four-fifth,
Hold
it
in
focus,
Fools
didn't
used
to
trip
on
my
dick
when
I
was
the
brokest,
But
notice,
I
got
a
lil
mail
now,
Cuz
everbody
bump
L-U-N-I-Z
like
hell
now,
You
juss
a
busta
brown
an
blood
you
know,
Chris
spreadin
faulty
rumors
around
the
Town
like
Club
New
Vogue,
Really
though.
Chorus
*(Teddy)*
Why
you
wanna...
playa
hate
on
me?
x2
(Why
you
playa
hate?!)
x1
Why
you
wanna...
playa
hate
on
me?
x2
(Ooohhh!)
x1
Verse
2 *(Knumskull)*
I
gots
to,
Keep
my
business
to
myself,
Cuz
hataz
talk
mo
than
get
shot
to
spread
rumors
when
it's
loaded,
Hatin
get
yo
grill
exploded,
Quick,
Severed,
The
first
thing
I
heard,
I
stole
a
credit
card
from
Chris
Webber,
I
never
knew
that,
But's
who's
that,
an
next,
I
heard
them
ridin
around
smokin
crack
in
the
back
of
my
homies
Lex,
It
be
them
broke
ass,
no
cash,
Bustaz
tryin
to
quote...
that's
why
the
Town
got
rid
'o
$hort,
I
think
you
busta
browns
need
to
wise
up,
Before
we
ride
up,
Stop,
Sew
up
yo
block,
an
sew
them
lies
up,
Once
don't
trip,
Twice
no
grip,
Three
timmesss,
will
get
you
bucked
wit
the
nine,
I
thought
the
hatin
would
stop,
but
the
rumors
are
passin
still,
Sounds
like
that
busta
that
plugged
mo
holes
than
mass
appeal,
You
need
to
stop!
Hatin
on,
The
C-N-O-T-E,
D-R-U,
an
the
L-U-N-I-Z.
*(chorus)*
x4
Break
it
down,
oh
yeah,
Fo
the
Luniz
an,
they
homies.
I
am
here
to
let
you
know!
Gotta
think
for
you...
so
leave
the
Luniz
alone.
Verse
3 *(Yukmouth)*
Let
me
tell
yo
ass
a
story,
yes,
They
juss
be
hatin
to
the
fullest
but
you
can
miss
me
wit
that
B.S.
that
You
stress,
When
you
test
the
young
Hugh
Heff,
The
tech
a
spit
up,
Chest
get
lit
up,
Foo
that's
a
rigg
up,
Verse
4 *(Knumskull)*
Now
I
think
the
whole
world
knows
me,
Not
what
they
should
know,
It's
like
rap
an
sellin
crack
is
all
I'm
good
for,
Hangin
in
the
hood
for
so
long,
I
see
why
they
talk,
Bitches,
Snitch
a
bustaz
home.
(Can
we
talkkkk...
fo
a
minute?)
Verse
5 *(Yukmouth)*
You're
wrong
I
won't
be
offended,
I
be
there
hand
in
hand
wit
the
pencil,
Can
it
all
be
so
simple,
Like
Wu-Tang,
spit
true
game,
to
get
pootang,
From
a
nimfo.
Verse
6 *(Knumskull)*
Now
I
keep
sayin,
Don't
get
mad
cuz
you
can't
bump
me,
But
I'm
still
gonna
spit
it,
Cuz
you
still
don't
get
it,
If
it
ain't
noted,
don't
quote
it,
Hataz
when
it
comes
to
common
sense
you
ain't
showed
it,
I
don't
understand!
*(chorus)*
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