Ugk - Da Game Been Good To Me lyrics

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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...

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, bitch they took yo' Rolls

Get disrespected everywhere you go

Big bodyguards when you come for the shows

They already know you got shit on your name

Nigga, you a pussy, 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 fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!

(Pussy nigguuuh...)

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 fuckin 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 with' a bottle in they hands

Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread

You hatin on paper get that FUCK 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!

(Pussy nigguuuh...)

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 fuck to give back that time?

Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN MIND?

How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?

If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK!

You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa

Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!

(Smoke sum'hin, bitch...)

Got caught with the shit, 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...

(Pussy nigguuuh...)