[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 (*##$!)
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, (*##$ they took yo' Rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go

Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got %#@! on your name
^!$$%, you a #~!!@, 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 ^!$$%, get the $#&@ up out the game - lil' !#$*!

[Chorus]


(#~!!@ 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 $#&@in mouth

'Cause we grip grain, ^!$$% we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some ^!$$%z two-step, some ^!$$%z dance

Some ^!$$%z just ball wit' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones ^!$$%z, that's bread
You hatin on paper get that !#@* 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, mother$#&@er!


[Chorus]


(#~!!@ 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 $#&@ to give back that time?
Textin me from a cell phone - (*##$, yo lost YO' !#@*IN MIND?
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?

If the feds hit me, I'ma hit yo' $$# BACK!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!


[Chorus]


(Smoke sum'hin, (*##$..)

[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]

Got caught with the %#@!, twenty years
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch..
The game been good to meeeee...

(Hol' up, (*##$!)
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough..

The game been good to meeeee...
(#~!!@ nigguuuh..)