Master P - Jealous Again lyrics

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Master P - Jealous Again lyrics

(Master P talking) -haha Mr MR Rogers of the neighborhood -should I say that n***a that's uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it -I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy n***a -The mothaf**ing Ice Cream Man in this b**h -Master P in here with my girl Mia X -We bout to lay down some sh** once again for ya'll motherf**ers -We bout to lay down some rules -And we got these 2 little n***as that don't give a f** about none of ya -Ready to blast on ya b**hes -With this gangsta sh** -watch your back n***a, my little n***as Kane & Abel -some of ya'll know them as double vision -but ya better realize once again its on -TRU n***as in this b**h, we ain't taking no sh** for the 9 scrilla -Its all about smoking blunts, blowing on that swishy sweet -Notice I said swishy sweet n***a -When I do these f**ing 187's, murder -Down south in the mothaf**ing swamp, we down there hustling b**h -Rolling on triple gold -But n***as don't give a f** about none of ya n***as -That ain't real, that ain't true to the motherf**ing gizzame -But ya n***as that's bout it bout it and all ya real n***as out there -Ya'll gone feel this sh** cause it don't get no realer than this -Once again its on n***a (Kane & Abel) Introducing the mafioso of New Orleans Kane & Abel balling My gangsta sh** sell like Air Jordan Ain't that a b**h, straight out the parrish whipping a** like Tyson Gun fighting slanging ice and f**ing hoes like Peabo Bryson Latinos counting cinos I murder Al Pacino What these b**hes boosting up shut them down like casinos Getting murderous like the Menendez brothers Dumb mothaf**as 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 f**ing hoes Who run this Master P, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog b**h calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that a** like I had a badge from NOPD Like a second line gangsta n***as with 9's follow me MC approaches I bury those co*kroaches Buck buck I got you f**ed up like angel dust In gacks we trust cause n***as bleed just like us (Chorus) Its time to get the gack again Cause p**y a** n***as getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped again Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again (Mia X) I got that f**ing 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 sh** 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 sh** you raunchy b**h but just remember Who finish, me running with these look alike n***as The bad girl behind the trigger getting wreck its the 9 sister (Kane) Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black Montero Shorting bright like Alfonso Ribiero but b**h I'm ghetto Give me no h**n baby roll blunt after blunt f** around and roll a thousand swishes in one month You buster a** n***as I ain't scared of d**h 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 b**hes and them playa haters And its time to get strapped again Kane & Abel got the gack and we back again (Chorus) (Abel) 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 f**ing head in my lap for 10 g's And you can ask the governor's name its n***a please And even out in Cali Sam Sneed recognize me Take it to the streets cause that's where I'm from And n***as with gold teeth no I ain't the one n***as give me what you got I ain't got a f**ing thing And back in 91 I jack b**hes for medallion earrings So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back Cause its a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked b**h