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(Chad Jones) Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't hate, don't hate yeah [Hook: Chad Jones] Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, chopping blades [Z-Ro] Playa don't hate me hate the game, ain't got no time To be out here bullshitting, I'm out here trying to make some change Be solo twisting I'm a Mo City soldier, I thought I told ya Roll with us, or get your ass rolled over See we all about our feddy, pulling up on chrome Nigga for real ask G.I.N., or you can ask Chad Jones Baby we Presidential playas showing up, all these gon mind Everyone of us diaomoned down, bet you all them hoes gon shine We living lovely sipping Bubbly, all the cars are foreign Ain't no jackers we barring, cause we ready for warring I'm the king like Tarzan, but mine is swinging on a vine We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line Houston Texas the origin, of a baller's paradise It's going down, I can smell it in the air tonight So when you see us pulling up, dressed looking like a million SongtexteBalling permanent, keep our figgas changed like chameleon [Hook] [Mr. Gott Damn] Niggaz be hating for no reason, ain't no secret how I'm living Escalade switch screens, is how you see your boy dipping Blowing weed on the freeway, not giving a fuck Getting my dick sucked doing eighty, bout to hit me a cut 20 inches of chrome, keep they mouth wide open Toking cash and hoping, they can shine like me Get out and put it down, and then grind like me Leaving them haters and bitch niggaz, behind me I hit the block, representing paper 4-4 safety off for them violators, and fake playas Gott Damn be like go, too hot to hold The weight up on my ice, keep me looking real swoll So don't be mad when I show up, smoke something and po' up I told you motherfuckers, what's gon happen when I blow up Now hold up, I got one more thang to mention I'm riding out Presidential, swinging lanes on a mission [Hook - 2x] [Lyrical 187] I got my first piece of ass, at 13 And I prolly done ran up in every chick, that you done seen me with I'm associated with playas, with green and shit Bad bitches in Jeeps and Lexus trucks, and shit I'm that nigga see come and get, on blunts weights and shit Serving head in the parking lot, giving me fits Now if you knew I meant your Ms., would you make me kill you person Or would you deal with this broad, that got you into this shit Would you peep the situation, or go crazy and start tripping Like pulling off your shirt, and tossing your jewelry in the dirt I'ma hit you where it hurt, and wreck shop like bad cops On niggaz in the ghetto, for working they block So stop watching me, with all that animosity Cause your baby mama's spending, your earned dollas on me Sad shit for two partna, it's all on you Don't be mad at the playa, hate the rules [Hook] (Chad Jones) See me rolling in a Presidential side man Aus Songtexte Mania