Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Jealousy Lyrics
[b.g. knocc out]Well its 95 and Im back on the sceneNow everybody wanna be on a niggas teamI blew up out the clearKickin flava in your earRockin showsKnockin hoesScreamin (party over here!)But behind the scenesAint all what it seemsMother*****ers run schemesWhen it comes to the greensSo by any meansI got to do what is necessaryIf I wanna become legendaryIn this game my name is the b.g.Playin with the boys then o-u-tNigga still down wit eazyBut now Im wit my big broBouncin in my 6-foThought we was put in the twist but ya didnt knowThat I was clockinAnd *****es still jockinThe baby gangsta from comptonCuz they know its on and poppinNigga this is for you blind fools whoFillin pockets and groove***** you and yo jealousyCuz niggas always talkin the shit about me rappinTalk behind my back but dont really know whats happeninPoppin at the lips but aint really sayin nothinMad cuz I got up, got out, got somethin(chorus 2x)JealousyWhy all these people keep on sweatin meYeah yeah[gangsta dresta]Im damned if doIm damned if dontNo I dont got a lotWhat I got niggas wantThats the problem in the hoodIts a *****Niggas cant see anotha nigga havin shitI wanna get richAnd have some chipsTo help my man outBut niggas say Im trippinCuz I dont be givin handoutsNigga youse a grown man you better learn some hustlinBut you wanna hold hands and walk through the strugglinNow nigga please, money didnt never grow on treesIf it did youd see the d-r-e rakin leavesSo wake upThat shit is just a dream and your trippinThats why I keep my heat on the seat when Im dippinCuz brothas like you and the rest of them foolsBe plottin on my crew now your droppin by twosI hit the hennessee and I see ya strictly as the enemy(but dre that was the homey)Well fool better him then meNiggas always talkin that shit about me rappinTalk behind my back but dont really know whats happeninPoppin at the lips but aint really sayin nothinMad cuz I got up, got out, got somethin(chorus 2x)(gangsta dresta)See look the homies dont be realizin real shit like thisBeen broke all my life aint nobody gave me shitWorkin like a mother*****er blood sweat and tearsNever heard from my peers when I served all them yearsBut no love was lost when you was out rollin big timeNow I wish you playa hatin niggas would let me get mineGossip like a ***** but that bullshit is old styleNigga I aint got shit but a low profile(b.g. knockout)Aint a nigga like the k.o?I rolls a 5 point 0Occasionally I go dippin in the lo-loI know its a trip and niggas cant understand itHow a nigga rollin when I used to be strandedDamn it feels good to be a hustlerNow its time to separate the locs from the bustasI gotta maintain because games I dont play noneThats one thing I wont do(whats that? )Forget where I came fromCuz niggas always talkin that shit about me rappinTalk behind my back but dont really know whats happeninPoppin at the lips but aint really sayin nothinMad cuz I got up, got out, got somethin(chorus 4x)Jealousyyyyyy
