Hate In Yo Eyes

You can hear it bumpin through the door It's a party jumpin on the floor And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?) That the West coast is in yo' mouth [Mack 10] Yea, yea It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me I'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazy Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy Block hugger, the hood raised me And she, won't be happy 'til she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My name sparkin like a street king Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling" A whole lot of haters out there it seem But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring Now ding ding - let the bell ring And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing [Chorus] Meanwhile I be indeed and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes