Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't like me
You know, the, those PHD niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, BI, Puff, Lox, whoever
Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance
Now trick what Lace who That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship uhh, uhh
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated say what
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded ahehe
I don't know why they hate us yeah
Is it our ladies uh huh
Or our drop Mercedes uhh, uhh
Bay bee bay BEE
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million yeah
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling that's right
I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens hoo
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi dends be the new Benjamins uh huh
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in c'mon
What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck Mase Nah Puff, that's a Benz
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish heheh
And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated say what
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded ahehe
I don't know why they hate us yeah
Is it our ladies uh huh
Or our drop Mercedes uhh, uhh
Bay bee bay BEE
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come yeah
Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces c'mon
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar yeah
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, 'That's my car'
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a TI
Come in clubs with BI, now a nigga VI uh huh
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe
C'mon, yeah yeah, uh huh
We been playa hated
Why
Why they want us hated
Why they hate us
Is it our ladies
Say what
Yeah, bay bee bay BEE
You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the world
Don't look at mine, get yours
OK after these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
applause
OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see You got the check though
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper Did you get the check though
and he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly yeah yeah he's even madder You god damn right
Mr Producer yo, youknowhatI'msayin why are you so mad
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t t t t t tell them niggaz why you mad son
Tell them niggaz why you mad son
OK, gentlemen please, one at a time
Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son
YouknowhatI'msayin Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin
Please Mr Producer, explain yourself, Mr Rapper, please calm down
That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer neither
And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now
Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad
Please, Mr Rapper, once again
That's the shit that got me mad
That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin
It's a family oriented show
YouknowhatI'msayin That's the shit that feds me up
Gentlemen, please
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin
Disregard the foul language
I'm watchin this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like that youknowhatI'msayin
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
YouknowhatI'msayin
I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video
I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language
the car goin two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN
Please Mr Rapper, please refrain from the foul language
The nigga climbin out the fuckin car
Let me see you try that shit on a train
YouknowhatI'msayin Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit