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j-ro ika bod - how the game goes lyrics

[intro: t+bo & j+ro]
uh oh
uh, yeah
(what, what, what, what, what, what)
southmade records, prospect
they hitting below the belt with this one

[verse 1: t+bo]
boy i stay thugged out, from the boot straight to dallas
bossed out, on a mission, expedition living lavish
pause no limit, talking sh+t and i’ll put one in your cabbage
blaze chopping like machetes, you ain’t ready for this savage
if you think for one second, that you tryna take my shine
i swear, [?] the way weed stays on my mind
you might catch me screaming “f+ck it!” in the bucket, that ain’t mine
or in the 95 impala with the paint that flips 6 times
on a fresh set of 22’s, b+tch, what you gonna do?
t+bo mr. firecracker, mr. baton rouge
kick your door, hit the floor, masked up, screaming tru
when they free c+murder, we gon’ have to act a fool, oooh

[verse 2: b+rock]
i’m dipping 44 to 357, reasons it’s over
headed to the middle of texas, swerving all on her shoulder
tinted windows at my cheek line, my hip line, my holster
my big time, don’t small talk, i brought y’all these soldiers
i told ya, they don’t know what we about, then it’s
see me runnin’ all up in your house
the word is out, and i believe it’s all about the slaughterhouse
up in that dirty, dirty south, ya heard
to keep my name up out your mouth
the coalition, we the ones, that make something out of nothing
take a track with no claps, no 808s and you’ll still bump it
if you think we saying nothing, hit us up, we’ll do you something
get ’em up, we proving something
hollow tips, these clips are dumping, ooh
[chorus: mookie]
i know that y’all be thinking we incredible
the way we hit the interstate and make them blades roll
the way we flow, hustling for what we came for
what can i say, oh well i guess that’s how the game goes
(guess that’s how the game goes)
i know that y’all be thinking we incredible
the way we hit the interstate and make them blades roll
the way we flow, hustling for what we came for
what can i say, oh well i guess that’s how the game goes
(guess that’s how the game goes)

[verse 3: mista matt]
after six shots, i’m feeling bang and screwed
i’m on the block, track 6, bumping devin the dude
i bring it to these b+tches raw, with thoughts like that
and they fiend for the flow, that’s why i spit that crack
i ain’t playing this year, y’all better come with the funds
and if not, i’m at your door, it’s just me and the guns
i sleep with that thang, clips under the sheets
and you can find us on the block, cuz we are the streets
that’s my clique right there, in that all black jeep
my flow cold+blooded, but i still bring heat
from baton rouge to h+town, who got a harder connect?
i want the money and the power, y’all can keep the respect
[verse 4: curren$y]
i guess it’s cuz the lamb only come with 2 seats
and a passenger side, that’s designed for my heat
that n+ggas get p+ssed, when i slide out the whip
hop out with the techna marine matching my kicks
n+ggas hate this sh+t, the hoes favor it
but, who be the most hated
hot spitta, rich kids incorporated
nice young cat until i get agitated
bodybagged n+ggas have their organs donated
all i want to do was play grand theft auto
and slab 22’s on a black monte carlo
cuz real n+ggas pack heaters, the only time you reaching for your hip is if you’re checking your beeper, yeah

[chorus: mookie]
i know that y’all be thinking we incredible
the way we hit the interstate and make them blades roll
the way we flow, hustling for what we came for
what can i say, oh well i guess that’s how the game goes
(guess that’s how the game goes)
i know that y’all be thinking we incredible
the way we hit the interstate and make them blades roll
the way we flow, hustling for what we came for
what can i say, oh well i guess that’s how the game goes
(guess that’s how the game goes)
[verse 5: j+ro]
the d+mn game goes the way that j+ro say that thang goes
dirty south, ain’t not giving f+cks how my day goes
say so, we’ll do it, from dallas to the boot
f+ck a drive+by, we stand in front of houses and shoot
how you like my crew, 20 deep and staying tru
sh+t, freeing c+murder, is whatever you wanna do
screw it, juvie said to do it, so my 9 is gonna ride with me
9 is gonna die with me, pull this arm besides me, see
it’s crazy what a gang can do to re+arrange on my frame
the same way, that j+ro re+arrange the game, insane
that’s why we steal tight whips, everyday
and that’s why i don’t give a f+ck when i’m drunk and smash the escalade

[verse 6: mista d]
holla again bro, exactly how i seen [?]
big hydro, [?], through baton rouge
you either see how my noggins do
i swear the whole south hope c+murder make it through
neighborhood head+buster, still got my lady thugger
homie, pimps doesn’t love her
make her bust when i touch her
money within’ my clutches, ain’t no heaven for busters
these k!llers lurk amongst us, making h+ll for a hustler
so what i want to do, now dirty is what i got to
get out and get it before the heat and the rent’s due
[?] and say mr. d’s in a bad mood
but when i’m heated b+tch you know, cuz b+tch i’m at you

- j ro ika bod lyrics

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