"Stop Hatin' (Skit)" lyrics

[Guy:] Yo, you know I just seen that new Eve video. That thing on fire

[Girl:] Who?

[Guy:] Eve! Bombshell

[Girl:] Eve?

[Guy:] Yeah, Queen of Philadelphia

[Girl:] Pfft! Yeah, right

[Guy:] Ah, come on, man, I know you ain't hatin' on that young lady

[Girl:] Oh no, I ain't hatin'. I mean, she's alright, but she ain't like that

[Guy:]
She more than alright, she just got a Grammy. Talkin' about she alright
She just got a Grammy

[Girl:] I think that was all luck

[Guy:] Ah, it's no luck about it. Ah, ah, luck

[Girl:] Psh, yeah

[Guy:] It fucks me up. She got four million records, got all this shit poppin', movies and all that shit and you from Philly standing here talking about it's luck

[Girl:] It's luck, it's luck

[Guy:] That's crazy, that's crazy

[Girl:] That's all it is

[Guy:] I don't know who you feeling then right now, but that's some crazy shit

[Girl:] I mean, she ain't the best female artist, ya'mean?

[Guy:] She hold it down. All my niggas and all the chicks I know back home say that she the shit, and all of them cop her shit. I don't know what you talkin' 'bout

[Girl:] Do they ever see her? Do she come to the hood? I don't ever see her downtown, down South Street, none of that

[Guy:] 'Cause she be busy. She got her shit poppin'. You don't ever see her on South Street?

[Girl:] C'mon now

[Guy:] She forever at Ishkabibble's

[Girl:] Come on with that busy shit

[Guy:] And it take three months and shit like that to make movies, and three months albums, three months to tour. That's nine months outta the year. Stop hatin'

[Girl:] I ain't hatin'. I mean, who she wanna be? Who she wanna be?

[Guy:] You all up here on this motherfucking corner with these motherfucking
Baggy tights on, and your teeth all motherfucking yellow, sipping on a warm Sprite talkin' shit about her. She Cristal and caviar. What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? You better stop with your three motherfucking extensions and four tracks

[Girl:] Hold up, hold up

[Guy:] Hold up what? What the fuck?

[Girl:] I know you ain't just come at me like that

[Guy:] Yeah, 'cause you comin' at her like that

[Girl:] I'm from the fuckin' hood

[Guy:] I know you from the— ah, ain't this a motherfucker

[Girl:] You fuckin' nappy head, smokin' cigarettes, buyin' loosies from the Chinese store. You broke ass bitch. Your fuckin' linked ass Timbs. Come on now. I'm fuckin' hood. Eve don't even know you, nigga

[Guy:] Ooh, I know you hood, you rusty nipple ring havin' ass motherfucker

[Girl:] Fuck you!

[Guy:] Your rusty ass nipple ring and your dirty navel ring. Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?