Lyrical Breakdown of Quit Hatin', Pt. 1 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Quit Hatin', Pt. 1" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Too Short employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah! Okay! What? What? What? What? What?
Lil Jon and the motherfuckin' Eastside Boyz! (Yeah)
Short Dawg (yeah), once again at yo' ass (yeah)
Bitch! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggas (listen here)
That see us when we walk in the club (what's up?)
And just be mean muggin' (yeah)
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker!
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker! (Fucker!)
High 'cause I'm tokin' the choke
And smokin' on Purple Haze, and I'm coughin'
Got some new Nikes 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 floor, they bend over, shake them titties and twerk 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, "See the ballin' niggas 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"
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 600 a ounce
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker!
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker! (Fucker!)
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 ho is wearin' choosy shoes
You must be a magician 'cause you're nothin' but a trick
Tryin' to give her all your money, but what you 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!
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker!
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker! (Fucker!)
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin' head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gots to 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, be two on two, fuckin' with me
And 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
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker!
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Quit hatin', pussy nigga, quit hatin'!
Goddammit, motherfucker! Goddammit, motherfucker! (Fucker!)
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
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
Yeah, that's right, whoop that hater's ass
(Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
Beat his ass (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
Like he stole somethin' (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
(Whoop, whoop, whoop)
Quit hatin', motherfucker, quit hatin'!
Now slow it down for the retarded people