(Jealous ass nigga)
It ain't about Crip or Blood
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em
You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?
And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set
(Bitch!)
Money, I get it, paper I got it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it
I got the word on your Simon
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit
But I walk the mainline everytime I go down
If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
The king of the coast in the paint playin' post
And the homie Har'ron rest in peace
You rappers and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
It's about you bein' jealous of what I does
Aww nah, Dogg ain't this y'all
And I still ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
And I'ma let the whole world see
Oh I know
'Cos I does it the most
Man you worser than devils
I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
Money, I get it, paper I got it
It's all to the good again
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness
To make the whole world feel it
Do the same way, leave no witnesses
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
And bust on ya out the new Caddy
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
Strip you butt naked, chicky, check, check it
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
We gon' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
(Jealous ass nigga)
Now back to this scrub
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Mausberg, I had to put you on my song
This nigga's a bitch like his wife
Big Jay from Cappinella Park
'Cos Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
It's so real, I had to show some love
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
I fucked all your groupies
(Jealous ass nigga)
Money, I get it, paper I got it
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
He better keep it crippin', and slip his clip in
I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs
When you was doin' time in Camp Snoopy
With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
And you was payin' niggaz off with all my riches
If you keep talkin' shit on Crip
You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again
'Cos these niggas trippin', this is official business
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
We can go head up, nigga, set it up
I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
You need to just start rhymin'
So check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
And I'll be spending money out the anus
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card
I back you down like Shaq-Daddy
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style
'Cos you fucked up the industry, and that's on me
Money, I get it, paper I got it
And skirt up, bust ya boulevard
On and on, rocking big neck bone
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
'Cos you the biggest star on your label
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
