How The Game Goes J-Ro Ika Bod (Ft. Curren$y, Mister D, South Coast Coalition & T-Bo)

[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 shit 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 "Fuck 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, bitch, 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