You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Cd flopped you ain't hot..
But the game been good to meeeee...
(hol' up hol' up bitch!)
You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
But the game been good to meeeee...
[pimp c - verse 1ne]
Uhh first album went platinum now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil but you sold yo' soul
You rent a lotta cars rent a mansion and them hoes
You say you sold your phantom xxxxx they took yo' rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got xxxx on your name
Nigga you a xxxxx they gon' take yo' chain
Take yo' piece rings and watch
You play rich boy you need to stop
I ain't dissin nobody no particular name
Ya shoe fit nigga get the xxxx up out the game - lil' bitch!
[chorus]
(pussy nigguuuh..)
[bun b - verse 2wo]
I'm a down south mc i'm cold on the mic
I say it how i feel and i do it how i like
I write what i see what i do and what i know
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Now whether at a show in the booth or on the street
No matter where i go and no matter who i meet
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the south
On the cool them haters need to shut they xxxxxx mouth
'cause we grip grain nigga we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggaz two-step some niggaz dance
Some niggaz just ball wit' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz that's bread
You hatin on paper get that xxxx up out yo' head
Worryin 'bout my cheese getcha own stack
It's goin down in the south you don't like it
Click clack motherfucker!
[chorus]
(pussy nigguuuh..)
[pimp c - verse 3hree]
You got caught with that work on 10
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
But he took 15 befo' you could tell
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe you got twenty in a cell
I sent you a lawyer you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal but they dropped it to five?
Who you had to xxxx to give back that time?
Textin me from a cell phone - xxxxx yo lost yo' xxxxxx mind?
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy jack?
If the feds hit me i'ma hit yo' xxx back!
You fight witcho tounge i send 'em killa
Transcript writer i'll kill you nigguuuh!
[chorus]
(smoke sum'hin bitch..)
[chorus 2: pimp c singing]
Got caught with the xxxx twenty years
Youse a snitch you turned biiii-tch..
The game been good to meeeee...
(hol' up bitch!)
I took yo' hoe she's a pro
Bought me all of yo' dough..
The game been good to meeeee...
