The Game - Dru Down

Yeah, C&H, kicking it with my nigga Dru Down

Spitting some of this game

The way the game goes

The closest some of you niggas got to a real ho is HBO

So sit back and listen to the way it went back in the day

This game is not an adventure

So when you stake your claim, do it in the name of the game

Back in the 80's true niggas claimed the game

Today you have a bunch of lames who have butchered the game

There ain’t no real play

When you make your own rules around the way

Niggas that sin, they were sent to the pin

A lotta said they didn’t, I seen them in San Quentin

A nigga put a ho to the test

If that bitch fail or slip, we put that bitch on the pimp arrest

A nigga had Mary on Gary, Ms. Chow on Pow

I’m sure pimps will agree, that pussy is a public necessary

Like beer and wine, it will sell any mothafucking time

A true pimp is never out of socket

Cause he keeps his mothafucking dick in his pocket

Now check this out, come here my dear

I’m like christmas, bitch, I only come once a mothafucking year

If the bitch runs off and I catch her alone

I will charge that bitch for every mothafucking day she gone

Back in the 80's there was a lotta pimps on the ball

I used to drop bitches off in mothafucking U-halls

All across the nation

We was giving hoes middle medication

So all you suckers, that thought pimping was a disaster

It was only for a chosen few that could master

Yeah