Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - U Got Da Game Wrong
Three 6 Mafia - U Got Da Game Wrong слова песни
[Verse 1: Juicy J]Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikiniPorno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beeniesFor this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreaminIf she stuck up, I`m like whut up?I ain`t got nothin but lent and penniesTell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass capp-andAlways wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its platinumDont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew meI ain`t the one be droppin dollars, I`m just out to get the chewinNow she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the triggaWatchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga TiggerWhy they datin, I ain`t hatin, got a call from Sally PaytonNow I`m gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey lateyPushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddyHeard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this CaliYou fuck my bitch, I fuck yo bitch, thats the way it is in showbizMane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly fishes[Chorus]I need a coach bagBitch you got da game wrongI need my hair doneBitch you got da game wrongI wanna go out tonightBitch you got da game wrongMane thats just my friendBitch you got da game wrongI need my car fixedBitch you got da game wrongmy baby needs some shoesBitch you got da game wrongI wanna go out tonightBitch you got da game wrongMane thats just my friendBitch you got da game wrong[Verse 2: DJ Paul]Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I`m pickin it up like its notStayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoesKeepin one on every block, she fuck up bust her head with glockWhen I slam cadillac do`s, 17 inch voguesOn the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad "whats the word?"Wrong answer mean as cancer when I`m on that fuckin birdRunny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do`sGotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off whiteBig Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trickGotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig?In the 2 thou, manne that shit done got so popularPush a pimp like me way back like some backwards binocularsBut real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubsClouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this budBitch, 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]