Hate In Yo Eyes

You can hear it bumpin' through the door

It's a party jumpin' on the floor

And from the way it sound, it ain't no doubt (what's up)

That the west coast is in your mouth

Yeah, yeah

It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me

So pour me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me

I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy

Hard grindin' pays me, work ethic is never lazy

Block hugger, the hood raised me

And she, won't be happy till she lays me

No, you never seem to amaze me

So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me

'Cause my name sparkin' like a street king

'Cause I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling bling

A whole lot of haters out there, it seem

But I flip 'em all off and keep doin' my thing

I'm a boss about when I Inglewood swing

Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring

Now ding-ding, let the bell ring

And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me

But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Ha, ha, ha

I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Look, you local cats is just small potatoes

No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters

From the wood, there is none greater

Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators

Remember? Foe life? I put the wood in it

And looked out for you when your own hood didn't

And plus you forgot who was payin' your bills

Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal

For me good livin', y'all independently rhymin'

You got the hustle game backwards, you nickel and dimin'

Oh, hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em

And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms

I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs

I got one word to say about that one (what?)? Please?

Chicken hawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing

And all this hatin' just let me know I'm doin' my thing, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me

But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Ha, ha, ha

I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Hoo-bang, hoo ride

All day, all night

Throw dubs up high

Westside foe life

Hoo-bang, hoo ride

All day, all night

Throw dubs up high

Westside foe life

Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the bentley

The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me

Smile in my face and act so friendly

Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy

Say bro, what part of the game is that

You got ways like a dame and how lame is that

Actin' like a groupie around famous cats

And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that

I got your card, playboy, but I ain't trippin'

You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'

Get dough by bunches, donatin' and tippin'

Let it ride on the harley, and six to four dippin'

Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean

I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green

Avoid the haters and for the party scene

Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me

But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Ha, ha, ha

I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

It's me you wanna be, indeed

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued

And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me

But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Ha, ha, ha

I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Mack one to zero, hoo-bangin' foe life

And it don't quit

Take a picture trick, yeah

Take a picture trick, yeah

It might make you rich

Westside riders, baby

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