Stop Hatin’ (skit) lyrics

[Interlude]
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 f*cks me up. She got four million records, got all this sh*t poppin', movies and all that sh*t 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 sh*t

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

Guy: She hold it down. All my n*ggas and all the chicks I know back home say that she the sh*t, and all of them cop her sh*t. 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 sh*t 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 sh*t

Guy: And it take three months and sh*t 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 motherf*cking corner with these motherf*cking
Baggy tights on, and your teeth all motherf*cking yellow, sipping on a warm Sprite talkin' sh*t about her. She Cristal and caviar. What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? You better stop with your three motherf*cking extensions and four tracks

Girl: Hold up, hold up

Guy: Hold up what? What the f*ck?

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 f*ckin' hood

Guy: I know you from the— ah, ain't this a motherf*cker

Girl: You f*ckin' nappy head, smokin' cigarettes, buyin' loosies from the Chinese store. You broke ass b*tch. Your f*ckin' linked ass Timbs. Come on now. I'm f*ckin' hood. Eve don't even know you, n*gga

Guy: Ooh, I know you hood, you rusty nipple ring havin' ass motherf*cker

Girl: f*ck you!

Guy: Your rusty ass nipple ring and your dirty navel ring. f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?