UGK — The Game Belongs to Me

[Hook: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me [Verse 1: Pimp C] I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I roll a lot of stones It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones Turning whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone It's been a long time since I hustled on the block But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip the last drop I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones But now, it's nicks for sixty bricks, gripping wood and flipping chrome I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me [Hook: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me [Verse 2: Bun B] Man, I pull up in your city and get my Bush on ("What is that?") Lay down the competition, take they cash crops, and get my push on (Ugh) Moved up to a Bentley remote from a Lexus key All because we cornered the market on that Texas tea And we don't bar no 'plexes, we way bigger than other men though The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind, yo Whichever way the wind blow, that's the corner we bend, Joe Don't know where you been, bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though When it's ten-four, good, buddy, my Styrofoam good and muddy We block bleeders (What?), leaving your neighborhoods good and bloody We gripping that wood, lil' buddy (Dam), sit back and scope it (Huh) Pay attention, the prince of pushing everything's 'bout to pump it [Hook: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ugh! I done smashed up my Flying Spur it wasn't shit I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit (Ugh) A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24s with the bump I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk Skunk in my Swisher, codeine on my whiskers Fucking with that Smoke D, Bundy, and that Vicious UGK Records is an institution Know a lot of niggas living off of prostitution Pimping ain't dead, it just moved to the web Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head Ain't gotta give no tricks no pussy, just cameras and screens Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream, biiitch! [Verse 4: Bun B] Man, I'm a middle finger figure, on a million-dollar mission Popping like Orville Redenbacher, when I'm whipping in the kitchen Pitching yayo like Dontrelle Willis (What?), we the trillest On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us We the realest walkin the planet, can't stand it Pass away, wanna fight us, start to swinging, wanna kill us Blast away, wanna stab us Get to sticking but make sure you cut us deep 'Cause I bet you we coming back a couple hundred brothers deep (Oh) Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood Don't matter, we represented; cross us (Yep), we gon' get you good Them Down South veterans (Huh), ain't nobody better than Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in, 'cause... [Hook: Pimp C] I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch, the game belong to me