Haters, slimy, and they lowly.
Dirty gators.
Haters.
Yeah, here comes the beat, now, walk it in.
Haters.
Dirty gators.
Foe be no friend.
Here comes the beat, cool, back 'em in.
Track 'em; smack 'em; tac 'em ta dey cross.
Ricky lie, 'cause I'm the king a boss.
Gator come; I tac 'em ta dey cross.
Loop it stupid.
Snoop da king of boss.

Yeah...
But now I show ya' how the gator bends.
Haters top ta bottom, never ends.
Haters.
Haters.
"He who smelt it dealt it," primal sees.
Haters, loop it stupid; blow that breeze.
Hatin' begets hatin'.
Now I see.
Gator, Gator, here I come for thee.

Haters.
Slimy and they lowly drippin' gators.
Haters.
Oops, here comes the beat, now, in.
Check it how I make a gator bend.

Foe 'em up and 'ttach 'em up with hinges.
Throw it up for tricks and fire singes.
Make them haters bend ya' give 'em hinges.
Throw it up for tricks and fire singes.

Take the part they drooled on; throw it out.
Sometimes haters can't control the fluids in they mouth.
Loop it stupid comes a gift for you.
Suitcase made a hater, wallet, too.

That's just the way it goes.
And what I do.
Loop it stupid.
Haters comin' through.
Maybe if they extra make a shoe.

Made from parts that ain't too salivated.
Trick, come follow me, trick, foe, I waited.
Hate begets; you salivate; I hate it.
Haters.
Slimy and they're lowly.
Dirty gators.
Haters.
Throw it up for tricks and fire singes.
Gator bags from all they beastly binges.
Throw it up for tricks and fire singes.
Break a gator half and give 'em hinges.
Told ya' I got tricks and fire singes.

Yeah,
Maybe make a suitcase for you, friend.
One will come around; it never end.
And, nah, won't even use the parts that been slimed.
Cut that out and use what left ta shoe shine.
Too fine.
Haters got be frontin' on the new kid.

Unit, when I tune it.
Some asunter.
Cultivate it.
Prune it.
Comes a hunter.
And haters top ta' bottom loose they place.
Spittin drule and vile from the face.

But let me rock a while.
Some asunter.
Lyrically, you know it.
Comes a hunter.
And now it's they.
But I get with 'em laters.
Haters.
Slimy, dirty, tricked up, frontin', gators.
Lawyers with them crooked.
They be sellout too.
But that's another song.