Hate It

[Chorus: Kanye West] How much they hate it? Very Kiss girls like Katy Perry I am never sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry Don’t try this at home; results may vary King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry (Yeah, Yeah, they never looking for them?) [Verse 1: Kanye West] How much they hate me? Very Kiss girls like Katy Perry I never get sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry Don’t try this at home; results may vary A King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry [?], gon' be, problem, roll up in [?] [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Yeah, get back, mothafucka hit em up in back, back when the flow get better, thеm niggas better look it up, niggas talk down, but thesе niggas better get it up, chin check like a nigga, nigga laugh Kid Cudi right back, tell a ride in the bed, mothafuckas talk down, when I pull up in the bed, nigga Slow down on the bitch, nigga Ain't fast if a nigga wanna talk reckless Get him checked real quick for his necklace Nigga, talk down when a nigga rough and hectic Hey, get hectic when the tech hit, uh When I sit back, fall back Nigga, better know I'm in the name like that Super Cudi got a name like that Sit back, sippin' on the rap, that's dude Take niggas to school to play more rude Nigga, that's so stellar, that groove, nigga Fall back if you wanna all back to back back or somethin' that new, nigga I hit em up so quicker than a picture could ever take Them motherfuckers mad cause I'm lightning fast On the mark, nigga, talk down, lick that man when I nip that ass Girlfriend got ass, girlfriend got a smash If she quicker for the mask, we know a stack thugger, she could kiss my ass If she ain't fuckin' or talkin' bout suckin' somethin', then that bitch keep rollin' I'm that boy sittin' back in the car "That nigga just does keep smoking!" While I'm smokin' that pote and fit that, the nigga better sit that back when I sip on my yak and my 40 ounce I'm up in the club, nigga, rock the bounce, ayy Bounces act up, get him up quick when the mac is jacked up Mm, get the nine-millimeter yak, silly Mm, motherfucker, holla at me Ellie Uh, yeah, Plain Pat, what up? High five, yeah, yeah Baby girl got that ass, the baby girl feelin' the smash Quick up on the math, nigga