Bun B - Da Game Been Good to Me lyrics

[Hook: 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 b**h!) 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 One] 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, b**h they took yo' Rolls Get disrespected everywhere you go Big bodyguards when you come for the shows They already know you got sh** on your name n***a, you a p**y, 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 n***a, get the f** up out the game - lil' b*tch! [Hook] (p**y n**uuuh..) [Bun B - Verse Two] 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 f**in mouth Cause we grip grain, n***a we pop trunk We to' straps and we ready for the funk Some n***as two-step, some n***as dance Some n***as just ball wit' a bottle in they hands Sell a couple ringtones n***as, that's bread You hatin on paper get that fu*k 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, motherf**er! [Hook] (p**y n**uuuh..) [Pimp C - Verse Three] 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 f** to give back that time? Textin me from a cell phone - b**h, yo lost YO' fu*kIN MIND? How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack? If the feds hit me, I'mma hit yo' a** BACK! You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em k**a Transcript writer, I'll k** you n**uuuh! [Hook] (Smoke sum'hin, b**h..) [Hook 2: Pimp C singing] Got caught with the sh**, twenty years Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch.. The game been good to meeeee... (Hol' up, b**h!) I took yo' ho, she's a pro Bought me all, of yo' dough.. The game been good to meeeee... (p**y n**uuuh..)