hater, I think you're a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere we go, where we go Haters going down for the count [Verse 1 - B.o
want), we came for the music we can always pop that trunk, (pump) Everywhere we go (go), and everywhere we be (be) Everybody recognize that B-O-N-E, man
on me. (FRONT ON ME!) Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me. (GUN ON ME!) I only used to listen to my one O.G., (ONE O.G.!) He said: "Get money, but stay
bucks, Ladies won't you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the
body body) [R. Kelly] Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o Tone be like Kujo
schizo Get your chick she digging me A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. P.O.W.E.R. See me clownin', look at all you player haters frownin' Raw, God said kill'em all
TV And my clique will knock and down n stach ya Jay's up off ya feet I got fans everywhere, lined up to take my picture If you haters don't know me, you
) [R. Kelly] Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o Tone be like Kujo,
, we took it right there Thugs got what you want, we came for the music We can always pop that trunk, pump Everywhere we go, and everywhere we be Everybody recognize that B O
like a million bucks, ladies won't you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E
up But I rock with this stuff So my stocks just went up You know my flow Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O And you know my flow Yeah
of joke? Straight up There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D. Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah Player Haters' Academy located
the deepest darkest Part of misery psycho alpha schizo Get your chick she digging me A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E. power See me clownin', look at all you player haters
how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell
in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock
