Da Game Been Good To Me Lyrics - Ugk 4 Life - 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! 

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(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! 

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(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.)