Rules Of The Game Lyrics

by Jermaine Dupri

Yo, yo, see around here
How many things can make y'all bounce
You know wha I'm sayin'?
Left to right, right to left, it's So So Def
An' yo, let it go

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' 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

One for my niggas, ain't none for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas stayin' crunk, throwin' bows
It's 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, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras 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, chasin', callin' me 'Baby'
But fuck that, I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady
Look, I don't need a bitch, I'm ridin' down for me
An' fuck a gang of niggas, see, I'm a soldier G

An' ain't another nigga who got more got game than me
You need to check yo' shit because it's lame to me
Since '91 been payin' the cost to be the boss
Got no time to floss because the game's throwed off

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' 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

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put ya strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? South side, South side

If anybody know 'bout paper chasin', it's me
Playboy J to the, E N D
Steady showin' niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin' shit that ain't even came out

In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I don't know how to act
Every city got me somethin' pretty, keep 'em on they back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that

If it's 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 an' droppin', puttin' down a smash
Knowin' nothin' in life but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' 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

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't 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 an' fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big Chevy, four doors

Niggas best believe I'mma represent
Hardcore niggas gettin' dead presidents
Where the real niggas went? I'mma let you know
Lay back with the strap an' they ain't 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 ain't no ping ping nigga, black eye, black eye
No respect for the game, you better watch out, watch out
Got this shit on lock an' now you locked out, locked out
All that hate on a playa gon' get you knocked out, knocked out

Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' 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

Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East side