Rules Of The Game

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