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Hated Lyrics by Pimpadelic

Statutory Rap

1998

Nothing to do and all day to do it
But it you had some crime or coke you're damn straight that I’d do it
When I was young I used to go by the title Stickup Kid
Hands up, Money moves, or your ass was did
But superfly life cuts like a butterfly knife
You pull a job with one loose string and then your paying the price
Things grew harder and harder on down the line
Yo, Desperate time cause illegitimate crimes to happen
Steadily crappin' out was not all I was about
Now if you had some dank or money, microphone
Yeah, then I'll turn it out
Be true to numbеr one, get you a chunk if you want one
Thеn keep your mind on your loot, son, not how to shoot a gun
One way or another, the drawls was comin’ down
You messed around and sexed 5 pimps
And now you don't come around
Any longa; said that we was wrong, we that she was younga
16 years old, thats why we hit it that much stronga
Suffered the consequences, then came to ya senses
For instance got ya thinkin' ducked the reaper by inches
With ya ass whipped blue-black, and my pockets just too fat
Drink up some gin, you're sure to sin, we'll take advantage of that
It's survival of the fittest and I'm wid it, so you get it
Yo, we stole all of your ends, and plus your dank and then we lit up
Up put your hands if ya don't won’t ya raise up
Pocketful of stone everybody get up get up
Nobody ever told me, I found out for myself;
Hey, boy you better slow your roll
Just to get in where you fit in, had to sell your soul
It’s not how you the game, It's if you win or lose
It’s a shame that the game had you living in sin, now your dead
Another chance I bet you'd do it again
Damn it feels good to be hated
You're pissed off 'cause we made
Can’t take, cause you can't fade it
I the cleanest ryhmes, no rapper can touch
Always on point, dropping drunk at the club
People come up to the door and ask "who on the mic?"
Smooth claimin' he's a pimp-is he black, is he white
But it don't matter 'cause I got ryhmes fatter than most
Inject my venom, when it's in 'em they say up the dose
My calling card's a microphone, like drinkin' beer and gettin' stoned
I'll hit your girl while your not at home, bet
Always doing dirt and lifting skirts, ganking chicks, I'll never work
I never knew no better than raise my hand to any woman
When your a pimp, you got to be hated
I'm a pimp, I got to be hated
Credits
Pimpadelic

Pimpadelic

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