hater, I think you're a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere we go, where we go Haters going down for the count [Verse 1 - B.o
think your a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go, where we go, Haters goin down for the count. [Verse 1: B.O.B
connected Locally accepted Roc'-a-fella records Don't get it confused (Roc', baby) Doin' what we do (It's the Roc', baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O
And you know this shit I'm professional, they know this is I just may let you borrow this This 'The Blueprint' nigga follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow B
your pimpin', turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades
on a mission Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O. And away you go, and
far so I say "Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters" Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa,
like, I flip it nigga got me bent And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders and y'all ain't Bone B B O B the bad boy of the Bone I'll be
It's just another day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends Now could this be B O B The bad boy the Bone I be thugging
day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends (Repeat) Verse 2: Layzie Bone Now could this be B-O-B The bad boy the Bone
, we took it right there Thugs got what you want, we came for the music We can always pop that trunk, pump Everywhere we go, and everywhere we be Everybody recognize that B O
there's nothing left I throw the clip In your face If you ever wanna come test me ask about a sucka hater man they don't want ya the young boy double O
Al B Yesterday got to feelin? a little salty Girl I promise I'm gonna love ya love ya all the way Til the end, l-o-v-e end Girl I?m serious, no more
collar makin' 'em sick Shoot, the L.B. made me, gangbang for real If ya made it through the '80s I'm a product of the shady Snoop D O Doub', it's what
