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Rules of the Game

Yo, yo, see around here

How many things can make y'all bounce

You know wha I'm sayin'?

Left to right, right to left, it's So So Def

An' yo, let it goRule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on

Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap onOne for my niggas, ain't none for hoes

Free drinks for my niggas stayin' crunk, throwin' bows

It's ya boy' Manish Man in this bitch

Niggas love to hate, hoes jock 'cause I'm gettin' richKeep my mind on my fetti just to let you know

Strapped with rocks, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras in my black fo'-fo'

On the east-side, nigga, tryin' to get me some paper

Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over DecaturThese hoes be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me 'Baby'

But fuck that, I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady

Look, I don't need a bitch, I'm ridin' down for me

An' fuck a gang of niggas, see, I'm a soldier GAn' ain't another nigga who got more got game than me

You need to check yo' shit because it's lame to me

Since '91 been payin' the cost to be the boss

Got no time to floss because the game's throwed offRule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on

Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap onNumber one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, don't forget to put ya strap on ya side

Nigga, who ride, who ride? South side, South sideIf anybody know 'bout paper chasin', it's me

Playboy J to the, E N D

Steady showin' niggas how we do it down south

Steady ridin' shit that ain't even came outIn the club, VIP is where you find me at

Private planes, ice chains, I don't 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 thatIf it's my shit 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, ATLSee, I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash

Drive me an' droppin', puttin' down a smash

Knowin' nothin' in life but how to make these hits

Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitchRule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on

Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap onNumber one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side

Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East sideFuck these hoes, fuck these snitches

Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches

Fuck these snitches an' fuck these hoes

Four TV screen's, big Chevy, four doorsNiggas best believe I'mma represent

Hardcore niggas gettin' dead presidents

Where the real niggas went? I'mma let you know

Lay back with the strap an' they ain't found no mo'These lil' niggas trippin', all that hollarin', screamin'

I know yo' momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen

Now I'm drivin' through your block, red hot like a demon

Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demonAnd it ain't no ping ping nigga, black eye, black eye

No respect for the game, you better watch out, watch out

Got this shit on lock an' now you locked out, locked out

All that hate on a playa gon' get you knocked out, knocked outRule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on

Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap onNumber one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese

Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees

Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side

Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side

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