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

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhh, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold (Gold)
Made your deal with the devil, but you sold your soul (Soul)
You rent alotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes (Hoes)
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch, they took your Rolls (Rolls)
Get disrespected everywhere you go (Go)
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows (Shows)
They already know you got shit on your name (Name)
N***a, you a pussy, they gon' take your chain (Chain)
Take your piece (Piece), rings and watch (Watch)
You play rich, boy, you need to stop (Stop)
I ain't dissin' nobody, no particular name (Name)
If the shoe fit, n***a, get the fuck up out the game, lil' bitch

[Chorus: Pimp C]
You lost your 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 your cars, and your house
Now you sleep on your mama's couch
But the game been good to me
(Pussy-n***a)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic (Mic)
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like (Like)
I write what I see, what I do, and what I know (Know)
And keep it one hundred off top from the dough (Dough)
Now whether at a show, in' the booth, or on the street (Street)
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet (Meet)
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
On the cool (Cool), them haters need to shut they fuckin' mouth (Mouth)
'Cause we grip grain, n***a, we pop trunk (Trunk) we tote straps, and we ready for the funk (Funk)
Some n***as two-step, some n***as dance
Some n***as just ball with a bottle in they hands (Hands)
Sell a couple ringtones, n***as, that's bread (Bread)
You hatin' on paper, get the fuck up out your head (Head)
Worryin' 'bout my cheese, get your own stack
It's goin' down in' the South, you don't like it
Click, clack, motherfucker

[Chorus: Pimp C]
You lost your 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 your cars, and your house
Now you sleep on your mama's couch
But the game been good to me
(Pussy-n***a)
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
You got caught with that work on ten (Work on ten)
Made a deal with the state to turn your fall partner in (In)
But he took fifteen, before you could tell (Tell)
He ain't with you no more, ho, you got twenty in' a cell (Cell)
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five? (Five)
Who you had to fuck to give back that time? (Time)
Textin' me from a cell phone, bitch, you lost your fuckin' mind (Mind)
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
If the feds hit me, I'ma hit your ass back (Back)
You fight with your tounge (Tongue)
I send them killers (Killers)
Transcript writer, I'll kill you, n***a (I'll kill you, n***a)

[Chorus: Pimp C]
You lost your 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 your cars, and your house
Now you sleep on your mama's couch
But the game been good to me
(Smoke some, bitch)
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 your ho, she's a pro
Brought me all of your dough
The game been good to me
(Pussy-n***a)