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- UGK - The Game Belongs to Me Lyrics
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- [Chorus 2X: Pimp C]
- 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
- [Pimp C]
- 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 (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
- [Chorus]
- [Bun B]
- Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?)
- Lay down the competition, take their cash crops, and get my push on (huh)
- Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key)
- All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee)
- And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though (men though)
- The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo (wind yo)
- We "Chevro way" the wind blow (wind blow), that's the corner we been Joe (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 to go, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
- We block bleeders (what?), leavin your neighborhoods good and bloody
- We grippin that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh)
- Pay attention to Prince and pushin everything about to pump it
- [Chorus]
- [Pimp C]
- 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!
- [Bun B]
- Man I'm a middle finger figure (figure), a million dollar mission
- Poppin like Orville Redenbacher (bacher), with a whippin in the kitchen (kitchen)
- Yayo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), 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 (oh!)
- Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
- Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (yeah) We gon' get you good
- Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than
- gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin
- [Chorus]
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