Hate on Me (feat. Tanya Herron) - Mike Jones

Why they got to hate on me
I don't know I guess they love my swag love my swag love my swag
Ha ha who Mike Jones Who Mike Jones Who Mike Jones
You a fool with this one
I got a question
Why they got to hate on me
I wonder why
Why they got to hate on me
Ay ay
Why they got to hate on me
I wonder why
Why they got to hate on me
I swear to god I came from nothing to something
I ain't get no handouts I got mine from hustling
Hustlin from nothing to something
I had to get it no time to play with it my money I was committed
And when I got my paper my paper I split it
When everybody was down with it
But all of a sudden everybody start hatin
Why they hatin
I don't know why everybody hatin'
They see me on them 22s givin boys the blues
When they see me shinin they don't have a clue
They be like who is that I be like Mike Jones
I'm like Pimp C I got a
Pocket Full of Stones
But it ain't work homie it's my CD's
And I sold about 2 million in the streets
So why they hatin me Cuz I pull up Jet Li
With the eighty fos and fos on that new Bentley
So I ask
Why they got to hate on me Why they got to hate on me
I wonder why
Why they got to hate on me
I wonder why I wonder why
Why they got to hate on me Why they got to hate on me
Why they got to hate on me
I spent a half million in the city baby
How much
A half billion in the city baby
'97 boxster know how much I spent
I swear to god when it come to paper I ain't got no mint
When people needed money they'd holla at me
I swear to god when they needed it they holla'd at me
Club ice age I put everyone on they feet
Then they turn around and d**n
I see yall out there hatin on me
But I got the world waitin on me
They waitin on me why are they haiting on me
I ask the lawd but I ain't trippin get inside the booth and press record
I'm a g and these streets said that I ain't got to answer to nobody
Especially the ones with no so far ahead that they can't catch up
Why they wastin os on me tryin to set me up
Tell me what have I done to you What have I done to you
To make you all hate on me ay ay
What have I done to you what have I done to you
To make yall hate on me
They see me shinin in the limelight
They see me shinin by myself and they say that I ain't right
Why is it that I had to grind on my own baby
V12 yeah I'm rollin on that chrome baby
I know he mad cuz he lyin my name in your brain
I pull a wide frame I'm about to take your dame
I pull a piece of chain
Pinky ring to the turning lane
Why they hate on me mane
No need to explain