(feat. Natina)

[INTRO: AD LIBS]

Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh

You think you was bad cause you had a Jag



[CHORUS]

It's over, it's over now,

Move over, it's my turn now,

It's over, the game's shut down,

Sorry. 



It's over, it's over now,

Move over, it's my turn now,

It's over, the game's shut down,

Sorry.



[VERSE 1 - KURUPT]

I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry) 

You ain't got the Bentley with four doors

K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy

Recognize a real hit when you hear one

Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion

I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex

Bouncin to Jigga in California



[CHORUS 2X]



[VERSE 2 - NATINA]

It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest

Silly how frequently they contest

I done toured across the seas and been across the world

I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs

It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone

Leave a real diva to her own, alone

I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars

Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on



[CHORUS 2X]



[VERSE 3 - KURUPT]

Suckas

This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps

Don't make me remind you I stays VIP

Move over for all my dime piece

All of my G's hustlers and pimps

With shiny wrists, making money

cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss

Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard

One thing's for sure, G's hit the door

Tone and Poke know Natina does not play

when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say

Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill

From East coast to West the unforgettable skills

Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red

Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs

Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops

Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop



[CHORUS 4X  (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)]