[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
But the game been good to me
(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 me

[Pimp C]
Uh, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
You rent a lot of 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 nigga)

[Bun B]
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 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 that fuck up out yo' head
Worryin 'bout my cheese, get ya own stack
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
Click clack, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

(Pussy nigga)

[Pimp C]
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 with you 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?
Texting me from a cell phone, bitch, yo lost yo fucking mind?
How dare you trying to get me on conspiracy, Jack?
If the feds hit me, I'ma hit yo' ass back!
You fight with tounge, I send 'em killer
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigga!

[Chorus]

(Smoke sum'hin, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
You's a snitch, you turned bitch
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, bitch!)
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigga)

Writer : CHAD BUTLER, AVERY HARRIS, BERNARD FREEMAN
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