[Featuring Esham]

(Car honks)

Girl bring yo muthafuckin ass on I ain't got all day! Come on.

Muthafucka don't be rushin me! Here I come damn!

(mumbling)

Damn always playin and shit just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit!

(normal) What's up?

Shit.

Oh well what you want to do today?

Nigga 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, nigga, that shit is tight.

-What? This bullshit? Get this shit out my car! We ain't playin no

Dayton

Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin.

-Fuck you, nigga. You's a muthafuckin playa hater.

[Shoestring]

No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang

So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change

I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good

I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood

I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock

You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop

You perpetrate me, playa 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 rolled back on that liquor store

To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got

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 nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall

I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall

So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga

Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga

Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation

You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation

Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a fuckin kite

Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight

Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz want to playa hate me

Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin A-V-E

Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar

Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a fuckin booger

Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game

Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane

My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater

No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters.

Chorus (4X): My shit is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater

(Player hated, player hated)

[Ghetto E]

Playa hation, this is the situation that I'm up against

These niggaz be hollerin my name, I'm bootin that cane and that's

evidence

What I done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true

Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then I fucked your boo

You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick from state to state

Now you want to snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got caught with

weight

Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a killa's

talkin

Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D and now yo ass is walkin

Rats want they cheese F-E-Ds had some scent degrees

You get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with G's

Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check

want to send me up, and pen me up like I'm a fuckin pet

P-L to the A-why-E-are-H-A-T to the fuckin E

You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see

The facts of life are that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas

No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us

I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do

You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew

I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me gators

Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player haters

Chorus (4X) [Yo, my nigga ???, niggaz be playa hatin with two.]

[They gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. Check it out.]

[Esham]

Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin?

I be gettin my slang on down on Dayton

Me and Shoestring, doin our thing

Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine

See a been a millionaire since ninety-one

Unholy Esham, I'm my mama's son

All you rappers out there sayin you in gold

But ain't got shit to show for the records you sold

I.D. told me let a ho be a ho

Niggaz hate you got paid, they playa hatin you so

Fuck them niggaz, they gon die and nobody'll show

At they ho ass funeral, cause only you'll know

Niggaz 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 ya'll playa hatin niggaz out there no ya'll name

And ya'll some playa haters

Chorus (4X)
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Player Haters Lyrics

Dayton Family – Player Haters Lyrics