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The Game Belongs To Me Lyrics - Singles - Underground Kingz

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone 

They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones' 

It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones 

Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone 

 

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock 

But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped 

Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top 

Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop 

 

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones 

But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on 

Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on 

Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key 

All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee 

 

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though 

The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo 

We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe 

Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though 

 

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy 

We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody 

We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it 

Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit 

I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit 

A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump 

I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk 

 

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers 

Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious 

UGK Records, it's an institution 

Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution 

 

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web 

Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head 

Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams 

Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch 

 

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission 

Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen 

Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound 

I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us 

 

We the realest walkin' the planet 

Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us 

Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us 

Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep 

'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep 

 

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood 

Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good 

Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than 

Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key 

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me 

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