Kane, Abel, Mia X, Master P - Jealous Again lyrics
[Kane, Abel, Mia X, Master P - Jealous Again lyrics]
Haha Mr MR Rogers of the neighborhood
-should I say that nigga that's
Uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it
-I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy nigga
The mothafucking Ice Cream Man in this bitch
-Master P in here with my girl Mia X
We bout to lay down some shit
Once again for ya'll motherfuckers
We bout to lay down some rules
-And we got these 2 little niggas that don't
Give a fuck about none of ya
-Ready to blast on ya bitches
With this gangsta shit
-watch your back nigga
My little niggas Kane & Abel
-some of ya'll know them as double vision
-but ya better realize once again it's on
TRU niggas in this bitch
We ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla
-Its all about smoking blunts
Blowing on that swishy sweet
-Notice I said swishy sweet nigga
When I do these fucking 187's, murder
-Down south in the mothafucking swamp
We down there hustling bitch
-Rolling on triple gold
-But niggas don't give a fuck
About none of ya niggas that ain't real
That ain't true to the motherfucking gizzame
-But ya niggas that's bout it bout it
And all ya real niggas out there
-Ya'll gone feel this shit cause it
Don't get no realer than this
-Once again it's on nigga
My gangsta shit sell like Air Jordan
Ain't that a bitch
Straight out the parrish whipping
Ass like Tyson
Gun fighting slanging ice and fucking
Hoes like Peabo Bryson
Latinos counting cinos I murder Al Pacino
What these bitches boosting up shut
Them down like casinos
Getting murderous like the Menendez brothers
Dumb mothafuckas banging these hoes
Without no rubbers
And busters hate me like some bump weed
Cause babies dropping out they old
Ladies looking like me
Sporting Tommy's and Polos weed
Blows out my nose
Never sweating in my good clothes
Behind these fucking hoes
Who run this Master P, KLC slanging birds
So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves
Born a crack baby grew up to be a g
Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD
Like a second line gangsta niggas
With 9's follow me
MC approaches I bury those cockroaches
Buck buck I got you fucked up like angel dust
In gacks we trust cause niggas
Bleed just like us
Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again
Again it's time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes
Getting jealous again, again
I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical
Rhymes at all you playa haters
Fade ya made ya bow down to this slayer
Lady alligator still wetting up your earhole
With harmonizing gun blows still
Stomping out the NO
Hoes talk that shit but clear the way
Because they know I'm getting
Richer and bagging
Chips so call me Ms Fri-O-Lay
Mia X gots to flex and
Leave them hanging diamond rocks
? be banging my name is reighning
I'm slanging this with No Limit
So you can talk that shit you
Raunchy bitch but just remember who finish
Me running with these look alike niggas
The bad girl behind the trigger getting
Wreck it's the 9 sister
Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black Montero
Shorting bright like Alfonso Ribiero
But bitch I'm ghetto
Give me no heroin baby roll blunt after blunt
Fuck around and roll a thousand
Swishes in one month
You buster ass niggas I ain't scared of death
Had a dream I got stressed and
Blew up your whole project
Ask Mia X got bookoo checks
I'm like them got to get them papers
Like them crackers in them skyscrapers
Hitting switches avoiding bitches and
Them playa haters
And it's time to get strapped again
Kane & Abel got the gack and we back again
Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again
Again it's time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes
Getting jealous again, again
Take away them chains and pain
What remains? the king keep a 9 in his grave
I seen so many soldiers I swore it was Beirut
Them gang signs salute
Clack clack they shoot
The south coast you bleed
If you wanna succeed
And I can have your fucking head
In my lap for 10 g's
And you can ask the governor's
Name it's nigga please
And even out in Cali Sam Sneed recognize me
Take it to the streets cause
That's where I'm from
And niggas with gold teeth no I ain't the one
Niggas give me what you got I
Ain't got a fucking thing
And back in 91 I jack
Bitches for medallion earrings
So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back
Cause it's a 10 to 1 chance
That you might get smacked bitch
-should I say that nigga that's
Uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it
-I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy nigga
The mothafucking Ice Cream Man in this bitch
-Master P in here with my girl Mia X
We bout to lay down some shit
Once again for ya'll motherfuckers
We bout to lay down some rules
-And we got these 2 little niggas that don't
Give a fuck about none of ya
-Ready to blast on ya bitches
With this gangsta shit
-watch your back nigga
My little niggas Kane & Abel
-some of ya'll know them as double vision
-but ya better realize once again it's on
TRU niggas in this bitch
We ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla
-Its all about smoking blunts
Blowing on that swishy sweet
-Notice I said swishy sweet nigga
When I do these fucking 187's, murder
-Down south in the mothafucking swamp
We down there hustling bitch
-Rolling on triple gold
-But niggas don't give a fuck
About none of ya niggas that ain't real
That ain't true to the motherfucking gizzame
-But ya niggas that's bout it bout it
And all ya real niggas out there
-Ya'll gone feel this shit cause it
Don't get no realer than this
-Once again it's on nigga
My gangsta shit sell like Air Jordan
Ain't that a bitch
Straight out the parrish whipping
Ass like Tyson
Gun fighting slanging ice and fucking
Hoes like Peabo Bryson
Latinos counting cinos I murder Al Pacino
What these bitches boosting up shut
Them down like casinos
Getting murderous like the Menendez brothers
Dumb mothafuckas banging these hoes
Without no rubbers
And busters hate me like some bump weed
Cause babies dropping out they old
Ladies looking like me
Sporting Tommy's and Polos weed
Blows out my nose
Never sweating in my good clothes
Behind these fucking hoes
Who run this Master P, KLC slanging birds
So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves
Born a crack baby grew up to be a g
Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD
Like a second line gangsta niggas
With 9's follow me
MC approaches I bury those cockroaches
Buck buck I got you fucked up like angel dust
In gacks we trust cause niggas
Bleed just like us
Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again
Again it's time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes
Getting jealous again, again
I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical
Rhymes at all you playa haters
Fade ya made ya bow down to this slayer
Lady alligator still wetting up your earhole
With harmonizing gun blows still
Stomping out the NO
Hoes talk that shit but clear the way
Because they know I'm getting
Richer and bagging
Chips so call me Ms Fri-O-Lay
Mia X gots to flex and
Leave them hanging diamond rocks
? be banging my name is reighning
I'm slanging this with No Limit
So you can talk that shit you
Raunchy bitch but just remember who finish
Me running with these look alike niggas
The bad girl behind the trigger getting
Wreck it's the 9 sister
Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black Montero
Shorting bright like Alfonso Ribiero
But bitch I'm ghetto
Give me no heroin baby roll blunt after blunt
Fuck around and roll a thousand
Swishes in one month
You buster ass niggas I ain't scared of death
Had a dream I got stressed and
Blew up your whole project
Ask Mia X got bookoo checks
I'm like them got to get them papers
Like them crackers in them skyscrapers
Hitting switches avoiding bitches and
Them playa haters
And it's time to get strapped again
Kane & Abel got the gack and we back again
Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again
Again it's time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes
Getting jealous again, again
Take away them chains and pain
What remains? the king keep a 9 in his grave
I seen so many soldiers I swore it was Beirut
Them gang signs salute
Clack clack they shoot
The south coast you bleed
If you wanna succeed
And I can have your fucking head
In my lap for 10 g's
And you can ask the governor's
Name it's nigga please
And even out in Cali Sam Sneed recognize me
Take it to the streets cause
That's where I'm from
And niggas with gold teeth no I ain't the one
Niggas give me what you got I
Ain't got a fucking thing
And back in 91 I jack
Bitches for medallion earrings
So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back
Cause it's a 10 to 1 chance
That you might get smacked bitch
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