Released on July 4, 1995

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[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?


[Verse 2: Knumskull]

I gots to, keep my business to myself

'Cause haters talk mo' lip than get shot

To spread rumors when they loaded

Hatin' to get yo' grill exploded, quick, severed

The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber

I never knew that, but who's that, and next?

I heard, I'm ridin' around smokin' crack

In the back of my homie's Lex

It be them broke ass, no cash, busters tryin' to quote

That's why the Town got rid of $hort

I think you busta browns need to wise up

Before we ride up, stop, sew up yo' block and sew them lies up

Once, don't trip, twice, roll thick

Three times, I'll get you bucked with the nine

I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still

Sounds like that busta that plugged mo' holes than mass appeal

You need to stop, hatin' on

The C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, and the L-U-N-I-Z


[Chorus: Teddy]

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

(Why you play, playa hate on me?)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

(Hate on me, yeah)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?


[Bridge: Teddy]

Break it down, oh yeah

For the Luniz and their homies

I am here to let you know

Got a thing for you, so Luniz

[Verse 3: Yukmouth, Knumskull, and (Teddy)]

Let me tell yo' ass a story, yes

They just be hatin' to the fullest

But you can miss me with that B.S. that you stress

When you test the young Hugh Hef'

The tech spit up, chest get lit up, foo' that's a rig up

Now I think the whole world knows me

Not what they should know

It's like rap and sellin' crack is what I'm good for

Hangin' in the hood for so long

I see why they talk, bitches snitch and bustas home

(Can we talk, for a minute??)

Yo' broad want me up in it

I be there hand in hand in the Bento

Can it all be so simple

Like Wu-Tang, they spit true game

To get pootang from a nympho

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump me

But I'm still gonna spit it 'cause you still don't get it

If it ain't noted, don't quote it

Haters when it came to common sense, you ain't showed it

I don't understand!


[Chorus: Teddy]

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

(Playas gonna play, why you wanna hate?)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

(Hate on me, yeah)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

(Why you wanna play, playa hate on me)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

Why you wanna playa hate on me?

Why you wanna playa hate on me?