Lyrics Da Game Been Good to Me - UGK
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...
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!
(Pussy
nigguuuh.)
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!
(Pussy
nigguuuh.)
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!
(Smoke
sum'hin,
bitch.)
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.)
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