Record Haters


*(Cal Luv's intro)*

Yo check it out.

Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.

(Yo what up kid?)

From the... what what what team is that you play for again?

(Sshh. The Bullets man.)

Yea right right.

So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin this hip hop thang an everythang

goin on tell me I mean what what's yo flavor?

(Yo check it out kid I only like real hip hop man the real shit. You know

what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit

the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)

Verse 1

Nigga what the fuck they hit fo?

Nigga let's shoot fins

you got all the bread nigga

put up yo Benz

nah-nah, can't do that

Why not?

Ol skool trophy

somethin I done worked too hard fo

nigga quote me

yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins

get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin

Who got change fo this brand new hundred?

Staight outta welfare

when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare

spend about a half a hundred thousand

boost up my coins

preceed to spit mo supafly

than Donald Goins

this game is so damn hemrigin

that I be delivin

these niggas don't understand my shit

but they surrendurin

simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off

lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough

messy hoes, got my name between they teeth

juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST

graduated from the dope game

phat ass wallets

What's that niggas name?

Rasheed Wallace!!

You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne