Jealous

Yeah, Long Beach

East Side, nigga

Oh, you mad, nigga?

Huh, well

I could give two fucks

I know you my nigga, you're not that tough

Don't make me call your bluff

Hit you with this .38 and tear your ligaments up

Young Saggy Derp, I don't bump heads with haters

I be collecting my paper

On the block, posted up with the people eater

Just in case a nigga think I won't hit him with a kitchen sink

Wait a minute, I'm in it to win it

Won't stop 'til I handle my business

Now everybody got something to say

But on my mama, nigga, won't say that shit to my face

Yeah, I can tell that you jealous, nigga

See that you hating, nigga

Ay, who got that gangsta shit?

Who bang that gangsta shit?

Yeah, I can tell that you jealous, nigga

See that you hating, nigga

Who got that gangsta shit?

I got that gangsta shit

Young Sag this and Young Sag that

Got bitches on my dick like whoa

Young Sag this and Young Sag that

Got niggas hating on me like whoa

Excuse me, bitch, where you know me from?

Oh, you heard the same story? Well, me too

So that makes both of us

And that nigga told you what?

He told you all this 'cause he didn't want me to fuck?

I guess that nigga's a real hater

Damn

Now this the type of nigga I hate dealing with

Old punk-ass bitch, squat when he piss

And he still walking 'round with his boxers on backwards

Whole gang bang after

Point guard get dunked on

East Side, Long Beach is my home, nigga

Yeah, I can tell that you jealous, nigga

See that you hating, nigga

Ay, who got that gangsta shit?

Who bang that gangsta shit?

Yeah, I can tell that you jealous, nigga

See that you hating, nigga

Who got that gangsta shit?

Yeah, I got that gangsta shit