UGK - Da Game Been Good to Me lyrics
[UGK - Da Game Been Good to Me lyrics]
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!
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
(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 tote straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggas two-step, some niggas dance
Some niggas just ball wit' a
Bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggas, that's bread
You hatin on paper get the
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!
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
(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' 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 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'mma hit yo' ass back!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!
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
(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' ho, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough
The game been good to meeeee
(Pussy nigguuuh)
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!
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
(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 tote straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggas two-step, some niggas dance
Some niggas just ball wit' a
Bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggas, that's bread
You hatin on paper get the
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!
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
(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' 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 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'mma hit yo' ass back!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!
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
(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' ho, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough
The game been good to meeeee
(Pussy nigguuuh)