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Lyrics: [Chorus: Pimp C singing] 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 bi***!) 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, bi*** they took yo' Rolls Get disrespected everywhere you go Big bodyguards when you come for the shows They already know you got sh** on your name Nigga, you a p****, 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 f*** up out the game - lil' bi***! [Chorus] (p**** 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 f***in 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 f*** 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, motherf***er! [Chorus] (p**** 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 f*** to give back that time? Textin me from a cell phone - bi***, yo lost YO' f***IN MIND? How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack? If the feds hit me, I'ma hit yo' ass BACK! You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh! [Chorus] (Smoke sum'hin, bi***..) [Chorus 2: Pimp C singing] Got caught with the sh**, twenty years Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch.. The game been good to meeeee... (Hol' up, bi***!) I took yo' hoe, she's a pro Bought me all, of yo' dough.. The game been good to meeeee More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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