Neh NeneJealous mother***ers will not to see me ***Jealous mother***ers will not to see me ***Jealous mother***ers will not to see me ***Jealous mother***ers will not to see me...Not to see me fallLivin', livin', livin', livin' kinda comfortableLarge felon upLivin' kinda comfortableLarge felon upOoh, mashing for mineSmashing for mine, beating they ***in' assWith my stop-stop, I go screw-type deliveryNever taking my foot off the gasI'm the Old West and the New WestThe Old Bay and the New ReckYou want me to pass the baton?Come and take it from mePlus I'm hollis, my wallet's my pockets fat and obeseIf you name it, I got itAin't nothin' too far out of my reachI got a mouth and they jostlin', man, they doubt usBut when they stop choppin' me upThat's when I'm a war about itThey kickin' rocks, they kickin' cansI hear them gripin' and wishin' bad on my sales scaleThey wish I'd run over and die and drop deadOr go to prison or get killed in some funkR.I.P., good riddanceWhat's the way that they will be if suckers be hatin' hectic?Word of mouth in the 40, cause they ain't got no work ethicWork ethicI ain't never been no dorkNo, I'm a icon, I'm a legendI'm a walking landmarkToo blessed to be stressedP sittitYellest mother***ers, we're not to seem me fraksWe talkin' mother***ersYellest mother***ers, we're not to seem me fraksI said we'll talk to mother***ersYellest mother***ers, we're not to seem me fraksWe'll talk to mother***ersYellest mother***ers, we're not to seem me fraksHow you livin' man?Livin', livin', livin' kinda comfortableLarge I sayHow you livin'?I do this from the heart, Bel-El, California's where I got my first thoughtJohn Davidson Park, believe me when I sayI didn't come up under Dr. Dre, I came up under MayAnd you see a lot I've seenUsed to be MVP back in the dayMost valuable players way back in 1988Don't let these haters mislead ya, I'm a for real street niggaNiggas be getting amnesiaDallas, Vertical, Coronado, all over the ***ing placeThis *** ain't for everybody, my nigga is some acquired taxI'm lasting cash, a favorite rapper, farting *** on this bassWhen they brought me Yola Gang, used to push free bassNot a lot of New York knowledge that you can read up on my discographyPlay me falsely, cause it's hard for anybody that cross meIf I be slowin' down, man, you heardin'Don't even waste your time steppin' on these suckas, step over emY'all is for the ***ers, look up to the TV, ***We talk for mother***ersY'all is for the ***ersWe're not 2C, beforeI said, we talk for mother***ersY'all is for the ***ersWe're not 2C, beforeWe talk for mother***ersY'all is for the ***ersWe're not 2C, beforeHow you living, many live live liveLiving kinda comfortableLarge, small and oldI said, how you living, myLiving kinda comfortableLarge, small and oldHow you living, myKnock offKnock offEverybody wanna know who signed me, who signed youNigga, ain't nobody signed me, I signed me, niggaTell em' man, tell em' manLickin' over my clavicleIt's serious, not practical100% tacticalNobody else is good or not computerNo social networks, no executive producersJust two-inch tapes, ADACs and D-88sD-88s, mother***in' A'sMan, what y'all know about that? Real speak, my niggaEast Coast don't *** with me, thoughWhy they don't fight?I ain't trippin', my nigga, I'm out here in my comfort zone, niggaThe West Coast, niggaThe Midwest *** with me, the South *** with meThe EastBut the East don't *** with meI ain't coast-biting, I ain't middle-finger-flippin'And I ain't centricYou ain't centricIf I don't sound like your favorite artistThat mean I'm garbage?What?Cause I'm different, niggaAnd I'm in the class by myselfNiggas got me ***ed upAll the way ***ed upI'm the best thing since the triple grindSince the triple grindI'm the best thing since the triple grind