Songtext Haterz everywhere B.O.B

Haterz everywhere

We got 'em going down for the count
Looking down at the ground
That's why we got haterz
That's why we got haterz
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haterz going down for the count (one)
Looking at the ground (two)
I think you're a hater
I think you're a hater
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go, where we go
Haters going down for the count

Yes, sir, it's the beast from Decatur
Can't see enemies and the haters
Real sharp on my thing like a razor
Blade come clean like a shape up
So guess I got a game of tape up
But er' body gotta feel the need to say something
But can't speak up whenever you face 'em
That's what I call microphone gangstas
Yeah, I got them okie dokie
Yeah, I'm raw, you know my flow
'Cause B.O.B be acting hard like a Viagra overdose
Talkin' that noise on all them songs
A buncha lil' boys and y'all look grown
Those niggas there and these niggas here
But it really don't matter 'cause they all just clones
Gotta school, do the work, be a lawyer
Hell, yeah, I'm all for the cause
Don't wanna get involved with the law, sir
But a nigga still got the Mausberg
And that just ain't a threat on the song
Don't get it wrong, this track is my own
'Cause niggas that slip, they don't last long

We got 'em going down for the count
Looking down at the ground
That's why we got haterz
That's why we got haterz
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haterz going down for the count (one)
Looking at the ground (two)
I think you're a hater
I think you're a hater
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go, where we go
Haters going down for the count

Hey, what the heck, breathe, homie
Me, I'm doing what I always do
Grinding if you wasn't steady hating, you'd be balling, too
I know you see us sprawling through
All the rich niggas is on our crew
Fuck it, they can't touch us
If stuck-up is what you call cool
Ooh, you shoulda seen when I came down in that
Black on black, custom gator, haters face down on the mat
Splat, yeah, I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on this bitch's ass

You can tell I'ma G by the walk and the stance
Don't care 'bout the game, make 'em talk in the stands
Watch how you talk when you talk to the man
If it ain't about bread, you can talk to the hand
I,I, Show you how to get rich
The game we on, I'll show you how to pitch
Made it so play, I'll show you how to hit
And tell the police I don't know bout shit
Ay guy, I'm fly, something like the air
Ain't that something, when it's stunting, there's nothing like air
Homie, hold it right there
Homeboy, hold it down
Spit five at the mall and had them haters going down

We got 'em going down for the count
Looking down at the ground
That's why we got haterz
That's why we got haterz
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haterz going down for the count (one)
Looking at the ground (two)
I think you're a hater
I think you're a hater
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go
Haterz everywhere we go, where we go
Haters going down for the count