Playa Hata

Luniz

featuring Teddy




*(Teddy)*




Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??



oh hoo hooooo baby



oh yeahhhhh



eh heyyyy



why you wanna playa hate on me??




Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*




Nobody can help him



so welcome to the land of ski maskes



we blastes



to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses



the dust that's bein kicked up



an Yuk is down to lick up



do a stick up



at an Armor truck pick up



then get tucked,



up out the scenery,



wit greenery,



stopped up, watch up,



sew the block up wit creamery,



the cream, I sling, got fiends on my team,



like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling,



sumpthin tremendous,



they spend grip,



endless trips to Macy's, they trade me,



so playa hataz.... hate me,



I keep the safety off my four-fifth,



hold it in focus,



fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest,



but notice, I got a lil mail now,



cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now,



you juss a busta brown an blood you know,



Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue,



really though.




Chorus *(Teddy)*




Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2



(Why you playa hate??!!) x1




Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2



(Ooohhh!!) x1






Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*




I gots to,



keep my business to myself,



cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded,



hatin get yo grill exploded,



quick,



severed,



the first thing I heard,



I stole a credit card from Chris Webber,



I never knew