What's hatnin', what's hatnin', Like what's hatnin' Don't talk about it, just be about it, Be real with me, ain't no other option, No other option, no other option I pull up and then I hop out, We on a roll, we 'bout to go, uh Ah what's hatnin' (what's

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick

I pull up, I pull up You jump inside And you are unforgettable (unforgettable) I need to get you alone (oeh) Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry I gotta

'Cause, baby, once you pick me up, you can't pull me down 'Cause, baby, once you If you come hit it once, be careful now (be careful now) Think you can leave me forever now? Cocaine clouds, eyelids peeled Thirty thousand feet, up's how it feels Homemade

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin He gets his

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside,

Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s