C.O.D. (South Park Coalition) - Fulla Dem Games lyrics

[K-Rino] [?] your road, freak, before you hit a dead end Or end up dead for trying to stick with a trend Flipping through the SPC like it's a book A female crook trying to take but got took You look good but ain't no need to brag You might be fly but you ain't causin' no jet lag Rolling like a wet rag, soaking my pity up Saddled up a jock and had the nerve to holler "giddyup" I got you down, now it's said and done If you had done what I had said you coulda been the only one Running around thinking you was living on K Girl I oughta... ... ... anyway You're whack life, and playing dirty If you're broke you can push if I ain't scoop you at seven-thirty [?] and while I preach to you Oh I do, yeah whatever roll it KO I'm through Hit it (Made me feel so bad, yeah) [Dope E] You say it's your world, and I'm just living in it If anything it's my world, I'm spending money in it Two-faced and back-stabbing, wishy-washy [?] Sports commentator talking, thinking that you a philosopher Judging every case and criticizing your world Who appointed you god? You gotta look at yourself, girl Your eyes' not real, you wear a phony hat piece Your real hair is nappy [?] that's nappy You're under surveillance by the Coalition Your face is all damp like you've been in a [?] Packing that makeup on your skin Now you're looking like Bozo the Clown again I got a girlfriend, she's more like a woman You got ten boyfriends but they're dumb ones I know your games, I know you since birth You're stuck with yourself but I'ma bring you down to Earth Cause you're Fulla Dem Games (Made me feel so bad, yeah You, yes you do, yeah) ("A good man is hard to find") [K-Rino] Yo, I knew that you was trying to loot me out from the jump Riding my bump like I was down with Donald Trump Flat-out fake forty-ounce-drinking trick [?] slick, get took out quick Naw, man, I'm [?] rough, I wouldn't hit Just let her know it's time to break camp and then split You're messing with a bunch but your name ain't Brady You go from door to door like the Avon lady Cold scheming, even when you're dreaming in slumber Phone ringing more than a toll-free number Yo, I got a way that I can show her I'll be cool Thursday night, come out Friday and know her So guess what, I'm finna break like nine Throw the scheming little [parrot?] trying to take what's mine [?], yo KO (What's up?) How come I'm laying this blame? (Man she's Fulla Dem Games) [Dope E] A brother like me talk free, I have no sympathy Cause if they could rhyme to do the diss they'd be dissing me Diabolical, evil-minded witch I shoot you with [?] rhymes with which Your entire game plan used to be chalked out You think it's funny little [?] you know you're being talked about By your friends, your best friends, they say that you're active I oughta sue you for malpractice Talking about you a virgin, goddess, the queen, an angel You're more like a scalawag, the end is where you dangle You need to [?] some shackles on your feet A chastity belt, for the A-I-D- S, and yes, the games must cease You low-down crook, disloyalty beast You can take what I say, accept it or reject it But have the decency and the maturity to respect it You're Fulla Dem Games (Made me feel so bad, yeah Girl, you, you made me Feel so bad, yes you did, girl Wrong, so wrong, yes you did)