Rules of the Game (feat. Manish Man)

(JD)
 uhuh, uh, yo
 uhuh, uh yo
 See around here
 How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
 Left to right, right to left
 uh, its so so def
 and uh, yo, let it go
 (Chorus: Manish Man)
 Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
 Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
 Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
 Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on
 (Manish Man)
 One for my niggas aint down for hoes
 Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows
 Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
 Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
 Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
 Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
 On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper
 Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
 These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
 But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
 Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me
 And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G
 And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me
 You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me
 Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
 Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off
 (Chorus)
 (Manish Man)
 Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
 Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
 Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
 Nigga who ride who ride
 (JD)
 uh, South-side, South-side
 If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
 Playboy J to the, E-N-D
 Steady showin niggas how we do it down south
 Steady ridin shit that aint even came out
 In the club, VIP is where you find me at
 Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
 Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
 "If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that"
 If its 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 ATL
 See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
 Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
 Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
 Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch
 (Chorus)
 (Manish Man)
 Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
 Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
 Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
 Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
 Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
 Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
 Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
 Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
 Niggas best believe imma represent
 Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents
 Where the real niggas went, imma let you know
 Lay back with the strap, and they aint 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 demon
 And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye
 No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
 Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
 All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out
 (Chorus)
 (Manish Man)
 Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
 Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
 Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
 Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side