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Hate The Playa

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Stormy day, platinum status
2001, uh
Gon’ make you dance, come on
Gon’ make you dance, come on
Gon’ make you dance, come on

I ain’t lookin’ at your girlfriend
But she’s peepin’ me
She saw me good lovin’
I broke her

I-c-e was on my neck
You started to suspect
Your girl was thinking damn
Who could I be

The situation’s clear to me {i know}
That your baby girl is feelin’ me {for sure}
And you wanna pick a bone with me {but what the}
You need to check your girl and leave me be

Now you wanna put the blame on me {i see}
But it’s you that got to deal with this {now what}
Instead of tryin’ to pick a fight with me {but what
The}
You need to check your girl and leave me be

Excuse me, I don’t know the reason
Why you’re hatin’ me (why you’re hatin’ me)
You must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
’cause she got her eyes on me

And for your information
I don’t even know her name (know her name, her name)
You need to stop and check yourself
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game

Why you frontin’ for your man
Girl, I don’t understand
You asking all these questions
That’s in you

Call yourself hurting me, me
I was only passing
That’s when he saw you
Kissin’ on me

The situation’s clear to me {i know}
That your baby girl is feelin’ me {for sure}
And you wanna pick a bone with me {but what the}
You need to check your girl and leave me be

Now you try to put the blame on me {i see}
But it’s you that got to deal with this {now what}
Instead of tryin’ to pick a fight with me {but what
The}
You need to check your girl and let me be

Excuse me, I don’t know the reason
Why you’re hatin’ me (why you’re hatin’ me)
You must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
’cause she got her eyes on me (got her eyes on me)

And for your information
I don’t even know her name (even know her name)
You need to stop and check yourself
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game (hate the game)

Excuse me, I don’t know the reason
Why you’re hatin’ me (yeah...yeah...)
You must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
’cause she got her eyes on me (got her eyes)

And for your information (for your information)
I don’t even know her name (know her name)
You need to stop and check yourself
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game

Duh duh
Duh duh
Ooh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Why you keep hatin’ on me
If everything you see
That your girl could be, yeah

Excuse me, I don’t know the reason
Why you’re hatin’ me (why you’re hatin’ me)
You must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
’cause she got her eyes on me (got her eyes on me,
Yeah)

And for your information
I don’t even know her name (I don’t even know her
Name)
You need to stop and check yourself
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah...
Yeah
Playa (playa)
Oh...oh...oh...

Excuse me, I don’t know the reason
Why you’re hatin’ me (why you’re hatin’ me)
You must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
’cause she got her eyes on me (doin’ somethin’ wrong)

And for your information
I don’t even know her name (for your information i
Don’t know her name)
You need to stop and check yourself
Don’t hate the playa, hate the game

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