Tom: Ebm B Ebm Bb Db Fm Abm Ebm [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Ebm Bb You lost yo' spot when you went pop Abm CD flopped, you ain't hot... Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Hol' up, hol' up bitch!) Abm You lost your cars, and yo' house Db Abm Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... [Verse 1: Pimp C] Ebm UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold Abm Db Abm Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul Db You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes Ebm You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls Ebm Get disrespected everywhere you go Abm Db Big bodyguards when you come for the shows Abm Db They already know you got shit on your name Ebm Db Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain Ebm Take yo' piece, rings and watch Abm You play rich, boy you need to stop Bb I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name Ebm Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH! [Chorus] Ebm Abm You lost yo' spot when you went pop Abm CD flopped, you ain't hot... Bb Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Hol' up, hol' up bitch!) Abm You lost your cars, and yo' house Abm Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Pussy nigguuuh...) [Verse 2: Bun B] Ebm I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic Fm Db Bb I say it how I feel and I do it how I like Abm Db I write what I see, what I do, and what I know Ebm And keep it one hundred off top from the do' Ebm Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street Fm Db No matter where I go and no matter who I meet Abm Db Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South Ebm Db On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth Ebm 'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk Abm We to' straps and we ready for the funk Bb Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance Ebm Some niggaz just ball with' a bottle in they hands Ebm Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread Fm Db Bb You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head Abm Db Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack Ebm It's goin down in the South, you don't like it Ebm Click clack, motherfucker! [Chorus] Ebm Abm You lost yo' spot when you went pop Abm CD flopped, you ain't hot... Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Hol' up, hol' up bitch!) Abm You lost your cars, and yo' house Abm Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Pussy nigguuuh...) [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ebm You got caught with that work on 10 Fm Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in Abm Db But he took 15, befo' you could tell Ebm Db He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell B Abm Ebm I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time Abm Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five? Db Who you had to fuck to give back that time? Ebm Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN E ND? Ebm How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack? Abm If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK! Db You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa Ebm Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh! [Chorus] Ebm Abm You lost yo' spot when you went pop Abm CD flopped, you ain't hot... Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Hol' up, hol' up bitch!) Abm You lost your cars, and yo' house Abm Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch Db Ebm But the game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Smoke sum'hin, bitch...) [Chorus 2: Pimp C singing] Ebm Fm Got caught with the shit, twenty years Abm Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch... Fm Ebm The game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Hol' up, bitch!) B Ebm Fm I took yo' hoe, she's a pro Db Bb Abm Bought me all, of yo' dough... Db Ebm The game been good to meeeee... Ebm (Pussy nigguuuh...)