Playa Hata Luniz (Ft. Teddy31)

[Intro: Teddy]
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Oh baby
Oh yeah
Why you wanna playa hate on me?

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski masses
We blasts-es and bust a couple of caps up in them weak asses
The dust that's bein' kicked up, and Yuk is down to lick up
Do a stick up at an armored truck pick up
Then get up, up out the scenery with greenery
Stopped up, watch up, sew the block up with creamery
The cream, I bling, got fiends on my team
Like Hakeem the dream and hoes swing on my ding-a-ling
Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip, endless trips to Macy's
They drape me, so playa haters hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools didn't used to trip all on my dick when I was the brokest
But, notice I got a little mail now
'Cause everybody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now
You just a busta brown and blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like Club Nouveau
Really though?

[Chorus: Teddy]
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?