U Got Da Game Wrong Lyrics

U Got Da Game Wrong lyrics

Album: Choices

 

 (Feat.  Project Pat)

 

 

 [Verse 1: Juicy J] 

 Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini 

 Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies 

 For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreamin 

 If she stuck up, I'm like whut up?I ain't got nothin but lent and pennies 

 Tell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass capp-and 

 Always wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its platinum 

 Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew me 

 I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin 

 Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the trigga 

 Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga Tigger 

 Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton 

 Now I'm gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey 

 Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddy 

 Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali 

 You fuck my bitch, I fuck yo bitch, thats the way it is in showbiz 

 Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly fishes 

 

 [Chorus:] 

 I need a coach bag 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 I need my hair done 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 I wanna go out tonight 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 Mane thats just my friend 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 I need my car fixed 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 my baby needs some shoes 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 I wanna go out tonight 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 Mane thats just my friend 

 Bitch you got da game wrong 

 

 [Verse 2: DJ Paul] 

 Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not 

 Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes 

 Keepin one on every block, she fuck up bust her head with glock 

 When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues 

 On the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad "whats the word?" 

 Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that fuckin bird 

 Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's 

 Gotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off white 

 Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick 

 Gotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig? 

 In the 2 thou, manne that shit done got so popular 

 Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars 

 But real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubs 

 Clouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this bud 

 Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me? 

 Im born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these streets! Beatch!


 

 [Repeat Chorus]