Man U Luv Ta Hate E

What you mean I'm drunk, man? You don't even know me. We're gonna have to get 'em up, buster. Come on with it. Y'all busters just don't know. Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show. The man you love to hate ain't fazed by The bass. If you wanna playa hate, eat a Big ol' snake. Me and Kid sensation at home away from home In the fat butt dually with the painted out Chrome. Fifteens humpin' in the backside with the Boom, boom, boom, that's how I ride. And cha-ching, I'm a player makin' ballers holler. Got a girl in Mississippi, but I never call Her 'cause it's like that I still got game. I can memorize your number, but I still don't Know your name. The conservatives are thinkin' I'm a Pimp, I'm a pimp just because I kinda stroll With a limp, with a limp. But I still got love for the few who Stayed down, but some of my exes ain't around. Why's that? 'Cause the Roc man got 'em and Their butts just dropped. They started losin' weight, they grills lookin' Shot. So I switched up, I'm steadily keepin' 'em Mixed up. I'm keepin' 'em down, I'm holdin' my Crown, I'm givin' 'em hiccups. Boo-hooin', boo-hooin' when you call me, But we was playin' on each other, so you're Wrong, see. Sittin' 'round Amy Nails, You're disputin' my sales, fantasizin' 'bout Countin' my mail. It's the man you love to hate, love to Hate. The man you love to hate, love to hate. It's the man you love to hate, love to Hate. The man you love to hate, the J-I-U-E-N of Seattle. Y'all busters just don't know. Can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show. The man you love to hate ain't fazed by The bass. If you wanna playa hate, eat a Big ol' snake. Ladies, do I really make your Man that pissed? Flip it around and tell your man like this. If you hate Mix and why you talk about Mix, you say you ain't a trick, but you're Trippin' so she's splittin'. Now she's comin' out to meet at Ponderosa. She drove a beater, so I heard her gettin' Closer. She got an old B-dub with the damaged Exhaust, but she was fine, so I figured I Could toss. And watch the 808 kick drum make this girly Get dumb. She's grabbin' on my bum, tryin' to Get one. And I'm taxin', waxin', I got her takin' notes. Farted on the downstroke. Players in the house, can you feel me? Got these playa haters lookin' at me silly. But with this mouthpiece, a brother gotta win. The ladies say you're fine, but your mackin's kinda Thin. No more Broadway, I'm hollerin' Rainier. Swoop around blocks, droppin' windows, yellin', "Come here!" And you complain 'cause I made a Little change. It's all in the game, Boy, to hell with the fame. It's the man you love to hate, love to Hate. The man you love to hate, Love to hate. It's the man you love to Hate, love to hate. The man you love to hate, the J-I-U-E-N of Seattle. Bring it. Y'all busters just don't know. Y'all can't Get with the Mix-A-Lot show. The man you love to hate ain't fazed by The bass. If you wanna playa hate, eat a Big ol' snake. I got my buck on, I'm Rollin' down to Cali. I got a brand new Home out in the Valley. Jumpin' off I-5, I crack a left. I gotta pick my homie up, the attitude adjuster. Steppin' in a jet black truck with a jet Black G-Lock in case we outta luck. 'Cause with these haters, you gotta keep your strap 'cause we takin' all they sugars, now they tryin' To get us back, yep. So you got yours and I got mine, So why do you whine about my grind? Sittin' around blamin' Mix-A-Lot about your Situation. Boy, get a job and quit playa hatin'. It ain't about winnin' your respect. I'm just checkin' more mail than you check. So here's the finger next to my index. I'm all about your lady 'cause she's all about The Siz-X. Y'all busters just don't know. Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show. The man you love to hate ain't fazed by The bass. If you wanna playa hate, eat a Big ol' snake. It's the man you love to Hate, love to hate. The man you love to Hate, love to hate. It's the man you love to hate, love to Hate. The man you love to hate, the J-I-U-E-N of Seattle. Yeah, the Pacific Time Zone's head honcho. The amigo force-feed you some of this bad-ass ego. You know what I'm sayin'? Try goin' platinum, Suckas. Dos. Tres. And watch out for cuatro, mother...