Rules of the Game lyrics

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UGK


[JD]
Uhuh, uh, yo
Uhuh, uh yo
See around here
How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
Left to right, right to left
Uh, its so so def
And uh, yo, let it go

[Hook: Manish Man]
Rule number one, my n*ggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-f*cking hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
n*ggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on

[Manish Man]
One for my n*ggas ain't down for hoes
Free drinks for my n*ggas stayin crunk throwin bows
Its ya boy Manish Man in this b*tch
n*ggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
On the east-side n*gga tryin to get me some paper
Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
But f*ck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
Look I dont need a b*tch, I'm ridin down for me
And f*ck a gang of n*ggas, see I'm a soldier G
And ain't another n*gga, who got more got game than me
You need to check yo sh*t, because its lame to me
Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off
[Hook]

[Manish Man]
Number one, my n*ggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-f*cking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
n*gga who ride who ride

[JD]
Uh, South-side, South-side
If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
Playboy J to the, E-N-D
Steady showin n*ggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin sh*t that ain't even came out
In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
"If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that"
If its my sh*t, off the top you can tell
Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL
See I'm the type of n*gga that was built for cash
Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a b*tch
[Hook]

[Manish Man]
Rule number one, my n*ggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-f*cking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
n*gga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
f*ck these hoes, f*ck these snitches
Down south n*ggas, chop twenty-inches
f*ck these snitches, and f*ck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
n*ggas best believe I'mma represent
Hardcore n*ggas gettin dead presidents
Where the real n*ggas went, I'mma let you know
Lay back with the strap, and they ain't found no mo'
These lil n*ggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin
I know yo momma saw di*k, she should've swallowed that semen
Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon
c*ck it back, all you see is the beam from my demon
And it ain't no ping ping n*gga, black-eye black-eye
No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
Got this sh*t on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out

[Hook]
[Manish Man]
Rule number one, my n*ggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-f*cking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
n*gga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
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