作词 : Mitchell, Prevost, Shaw, Smith
Yea, yea, e-
YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? 
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin 
Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) 
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) 
Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) 
Bitch!! (Yeah!) 
This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here) that see us when we walk in the club (whassup) and just be mean muggin! [Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X] 
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! 
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! 
God damnit 
MOTHERFUCK
AHHH God damnit 
MOTHERFUCK
AHHH [Twista] 
High cause 
I'm tokin the choke and smokin on 
Purple Haze and 
I'm coughin 
Got some new 
Nike's on my feet, even my 
Caddy wear 
Jordans Now bitches be on my dick when 
I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac 
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back 
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips 
With them lil' ol' thongs on, 
I can almost see they coochie lips 
And she backin that thing up on me, so 
I do the damn thing and pop her 
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka 
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and 
Twista And 
I know the ladies know we love to cut, 
I can tell it when they whisper 
They say - [Twista - really fast] 
See the ballin niggaz in the party 
They came in new 
Escalades 
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby 
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on [Twista] 
We about to break your back and your hip 
Smoke a sack and just sip 
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp 
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce 
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce [Chorus] [Too $hort] 
Show me love when you see me, don't hate 
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say? 
Charge it to the game, if 
I lose, I lose 
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes 
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick 
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get? 
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball 
Up against the wall, just got another number to call 
Y'all see me 
I'm a real player, 
I do this nightly 
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me 
All you hatin ass suckers in the place 
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face 
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind 
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time 
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date 
But you just talkin shit 
I figure you just wanna hate 
You hater! [Chorus] [V. White] 
Now you can catch me 
I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head 
In the rearview, make a wrong move and 
I gotsta have your head 
I put 23's in the game on the 
Avalanche and give you the blues 
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise 
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that 
It's just 
V. White, 
T. $hort, 
Twista boy we blazin on track 
It's just that 
Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper 
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper 
You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin 
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then 
I'd be hatin on somethin 
Nah but nope, not me, 
I give 'em out, above the knee 
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me 
Now you can hate me all you want to cause 
I ain't hard to find 
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine 
That'll leave a hole in your dome like 
Rogaine, old school like road games 
You can't stop me from shinin, 
I'm highly flammable like propane [Chorus] [Too $hort] 
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker 
Too $hort, 
Twista, V. 
White, Lil' 
Jon, Eastside 
Boyz, Delinquents 
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker 
Tryin to kick it like us real players 
But you know what we gon' do? 
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out 
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass 
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass 
Beat his ass! 
Like he stole somethin.. [Lil' Jon] 
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! [$hort] 
Now slow it down for the retarded people