Man U Luv Ta Hate

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Y'all bustas just don't know Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes If you want to playa hate, eat a big 'ole snake It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle I can memorize your number but I still don't know your name The conservatives are thinking, I'm a pimp Just because I kind of stroll with a limp But I still got love for the few who stayed down But some of my ex's ain't around, why is that? 'Cause the rock, man, got them and their butt's just dropped They started losing weight, their grill's looking shot So I switched her, I'm steadily keepin' 'em mixed up I'm keeping, down and holding my crown and giving them hiccups Boo hooing when you call me but we was playing On each other so you are wrong, see, sitting around anti-nails Your disputing my sales, fantasizing 'bout counting my mail It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle Lady listen, do I really make your man that pissed? Flipped it around and tell your man like this If you hate Mix, than why you talk about Mix? You say, you ain't a trick but you trippin', so she's splittin' Now she's coming out to Mrs. Ponderosa She drove a beater so I heard her getting closer She got an old V-Dub, Volkswagen with the damaged exhaust But she was fine, so I figured I could toss And watch the 808 kick drum, makes this girlie get dumb She's grabbing on my bum tryin' to get one And I'm taxing, waxing, I gotta take a note Farted on the down stroke Playa's in the house can you feel me Got these playa haters lookin' at me silly But with this mouthpiece a brother's gotta win The ladies say you are fine, but your mackin' is kind of thin No more Broadway, I'm hollering Rainier Swoop around blocks dropping windows yelling, "Come Here" And you complain 'cause I mad a little change Its all in the game, boy to hell with the fame It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle Y'all bustas just don't know Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes If you want to playa hate, eat a big 'ole snake I got my buck on them rolling down to Cali, I got a brand new home Out in the valley, jumping off I-5, I crack a left-eye got to pick my homey up The attitude adjuster, seven in a jet black truck With a deaf black G-Lock In case we out of luck, 'cause with these haters you gotta keep your strap 'Cause we taking all their sugars now they tryin to take us back, yep So you got your and I got mine So why do you whine about my grind? Sitting around blaming Mix-a-Lot for your situation Boy get a job and quit player hatin' It ain't about winning your respect I'm just checking more mail than you check So heres the finger next to my index I'm all about your lady 'cause she's all about the sizex, sex It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle It's the man you love to hate The J.R. Ewing of Seattle Yeah, the Pacific time zone's head honcho The amigo force feed you, sure of this bad ass ego You know what I'm saying? Try going platinum suckas Dos, tres watch out for Cuatro, Motherfm