[Hook: 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 b**h!)
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 One]
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, b**h 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
n***a, you a p**y, 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 n***a, get the f** up out the game - lil' b*tch!
[Hook]
(p**y n**uuuh..)
[Bun B - Verse Two]
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, n***a we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some n***as two-step, some n***as dance
Some n***as just ball wit' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones n***as, that's bread
You hatin on paper get that fu*k 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!
[Hook]
(p**y n**uuuh..)
[Pimp C - Verse Three]
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' ho, 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 - b**h, yo lost YO' fu*kIN MIND?
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
If the feds hit me, I'mma hit yo' a** BACK!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em k**a
Transcript writer, I'll k** you n**uuuh!
[Hook]
(Smoke sum'hin, b**h..)
[Hook 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, b**h!)
I took yo' ho, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough..
The game been good to meeeee...
(p**y n**uuuh..)