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  • Текст песни UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me

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    [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 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, 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!

    [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 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 wit' 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!

    [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 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'ma hit yo' ass 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 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..)

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