UGK (Underground Kingz) - Da Game Been Good to Me

[Chorus: Pimp C]
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 yo cars, and yo house,
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch,
But the game been good to me.

[Verse 1: 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 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: Pimp C]
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 yo cars, and yo house,
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch,
But the game been good to me.
Pussy nigguh!

[Verse 2: 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, getcha own stack,
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it,
Click-clack, muthafucka!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
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 yo cars, and yo house,
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch,
But the game been good to me.
Pussy nigguh!

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
You got caught with that work on ten,
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in,
But he took fifteen 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 nigguh!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
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 yo cars, and yo house,
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch,
But the game been good to me.
Smoke sumthin', bitch!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
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 ho, she's a pro,
Bought me all of yo dough,
The game been good to me.
Pussy nigguh!