Love/Hate - 9th Prince

That’s what it is, a love and hate thing

That’s the way life is, you know

Don’t get caught up in the emotions

Aiyo, I hate the police

I hate rappers sounding all R&B, I hate fake MC’s

Aiyo, I hate commercial beats, I hate bitches with gold teeth

I hate cars that don’t do 160

I hate bitches that’s ugly, acting like they pretty

I hate fat bitches in low-rider jeans

I hate so-called smart niggas with weak ass scheames

I hate the D.A., I hate the judge

And all my real niggas know, we don’t budge

I hate chicks that don’t suck dick, but want a nigga to go down

And lick her fucking clit

I hate the jury, that said I was guilty

I hate that song «Get Silly», I hate Bill O’Reilly

I hate bitches who say they don’t fuck on the first night

I know niggas hate that I’m about to blow like Dolomite

Or dynamite, keep hating, right

Aiyo, I love this, I hate that

I guess that’s the way 9th is, black, up and down

Left and right, back and front

Grey Goose and a blunt, blunt, blunt

Aiyo, I love Alicia Keys keeping it real with R&B

I love old school hip hop, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, EPMD

I love New York City, we the flyest, and staying jiggy

I love chicks with fat asses, and to call her titties

I love what ODB did at the Grammy’s, that’s my family

I love when niggas can’t stand me

I love when strippers lapdance on me for free, with no panties

I love Mercedes, Bentley’s and Lamborgini’s

I love fucking bitches in the backseat, window tinted