Man U Luv Ta Hate

作詞 : Sir Mix-A-Lot

作曲 : Sir Mix-A-Lot

Y'all bustas just don't know

Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show

The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes

If you want to playa hate, eat a big 'ole snake

It's the man you love to hate......

I can memorize your number but I still don't know your name

The conservatives are thinking, I'm a pimp

Just because I kind of stroll with a limp

But I still got love for the few who stayed down

But some of my ex's ain't around, why is that?

'Cause the rock, man, got them and their butt's just dropped

They started losing weight, their grill's looking shot

So I switched her, I'm steadily keepin' 'em mixed up

I'm keeping, down and holding my crown and giving them hiccups

Boo hooing when you call me but we was playing

On each other so you are wrong, see, sitting around anti-nails

Your disputing my sales, fantasizing 'bout counting my mail

It's the man you love to hate

The J.R. Ewing of Seattle

It's the man you love to hate......

Lady listen, do I really make your man that pissed?

Flipped it around and tell your man like this

If you hate Mix, than why you talk about Mix?

You say, you ain't a trick but you trippin', so she's splittin'

Now she's coming out to Mrs. Ponderosa

She drove a beater so I heard her getting closer

She got an old V-Dub, Volkswagen with the damaged exhaust

But she was fine, so I figured I could toss

And watch the 808 kick drum, makes this girlie get dumb

She's grabbing on my bum tryin' to get one

And I'm taxing, waxing, I gotta take a note

Farted on the down stroke

Playa's in the house can you feel me

got these playa haters lookin' at me silly

But with this mouthpiece a brother's gotta win

The ladies say you are fine, but your mackin' is kind of thin

No more Broadway, I'm hollering Rainier

Swoop around blocks dropping windows yelling, (Come Here)

And you complain 'cause I mad a little change

Its all in the game, boy to hell with the fame

It's the man you love to hate.........

The J.R. Ewing of Seattle

Y'all bustas just don't know

Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show

The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes

If you want to playa hate, eat a big 'ole snake

I got my buck on them rolling down to Cali, I got a brand new home

Out in the valley, jumping off I-5, I crack a left-eye got to pick my homey up The attitude adjuster, seven in a jet black truck

With a deaf black G-Lock

In case we out of luck, 'cause with these haters you gotta keep your strap

'Cause we taking all their sugars now they tryin to take us back, yep

So you got your and I got mine

So why do you whine about my grind?

Sitting around blaming Mix-a-Lot for your situation

Boy get a job and quit player hatin'

It ain't about winning your respect

I'm just checking more mail than you check

So heres the finger next to my index

I'm all about your lady 'cause she's all about the sizex, ***

It's the man you love to hate.........

Yeah, the Pacific time zone's head honcho

The amigo force feed you, sure of this bad ass ego

You know what I'm saying? Try going platinum suckas

Dos, tres watch out for Cuatro, Motherfm