Good II Me

歌詞

[Chorus: 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 bitch!) 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 1ne] 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! [Chorus] (Pussy nigguuuh..) [Bun B - Verse 2wo] 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 niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance Some niggaz just ball wit' a bottle in they hands Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, 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, motherfucker! [Chorus] (Pussy nigguuuh..) [Pimp C - Verse 3hree] 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' 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? 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'ma hit yo' ass BACK! You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh! [Chorus] (Smoke sum'hin, bitch..) [Chorus 2: Pimp C singing] 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' hoe, she's a pro Bought me all, of yo' dough.. The game been good to meeeee... (Pussy nigguuuh..)