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THREE 6 MAFIA lyrics : "You Got Da Game Wrong"

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini
!@^*o movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies

For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreamin
If she stuck up, I'm like whut up?I ain't got nothin but lent and pennies
Tell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire $$# capp-and

Always wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its platinum
Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin

Now she $#&@in one of my ^!$$%s, pimped the trick weak on the trigga
Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our ^!$$% Tigger
Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton

Now I'm gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey
Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddy
Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali

You $#&@ my (*##$, I $#&@ yo (*##$, thats the way it is in showbiz
Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly fishes


[Chorus]
I need a coach bag
(*##$ you got da game wrong

I need my hair done
(*##$ you got da game wrong
I wanna go out tonight

(*##$ you got da game wrong
Mane thats just my friend
(*##$ you got da game wrong

I need my car fixed
(*##$ you got da game wrong
my baby needs some shoes

(*##$ you got da game wrong
I wanna go out tonight
(*##$ you got da game wrong

Mane thats just my friend
(*##$ you got da game wrong


[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
(*##$, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not
Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes

Keepin one on every block, she $#&@ up bust her head with glock
When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues
On the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad "whats the word?"

Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that $#&@in bird
Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's
Gotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off white

Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick
Gotta keep an eye out for them (*##$es tryna pimp ya dig?
In the 2 thou, manne that %#@! done got so popular

Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars
But real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubs
Clouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this bud

(*##$, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?
Im born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these streets! Beatch!


[Chorus]

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