Da Game Been Good To Me

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...