Three 6 Mafia - You Got Da Game Wrong lyrics

[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

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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!

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