| Song | Rules of the Game - Clean LP Version |
| Artist | Jermaine Dupri |
| Album | Instructions (Clean Version) |
| 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 DefAn' yo, let it go | |
| Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese | |
| Number two, keep these mother****in' 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 | |
| DecaturThese hoes be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me ' | |
| Baby'But **** that, | |
| I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady | |
| Look, I don't need a bitch, | |
| I'm ridin' down for me | |
| An' **** a gang of niggas, see, | |
| I'm a soldier | |
| GAn' 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 mother****in' 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 mother****in' 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 DSteady 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 | |
| BaleCats 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 mother****in' 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 mother****in' 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**** these hoes, **** these snitches | |
| Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches | |
| **** these snitches an' **** 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 mother****in' 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 mother****in' 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 |
| 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 DefAn' yo, let it go | |
| Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese | |
| Number two, keep these mother in' hoes on they knees | |
| Number three, come down with your strapon, strapon | |
| 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 eastside, nigga, tryin' to get me some paper | |
| Lythonia, | |
| Stone Mountain, all over | |
| DecaturThese hoes be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me ' | |
| Baby' But that, | |
| I rather trot, these hoes are too damn shady | |
| Look, I don' t need a bitch, | |
| I' m ridin' down for me | |
| An' a gang of niggas, see, | |
| I' m a soldier | |
| GAn' 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 mother in' hoes on they knees | |
| Number three, come down with your strapon, strapon | |
| Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on | |
| Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese | |
| Number two, keep these mother in' 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 DSteady 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 | |
| BaleCats 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 mother in' hoes on they knees | |
| Number three, come down with your strapon, strapon | |
| Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on | |
| Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese | |
| Number two, keep these mother in' 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 these hoes, these snitches | |
| Down south niggas, chop twentyinches | |
| these snitches an' 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 mother in' hoes on they knees | |
| Number three, come down with your strapon, strapon | |
| Niggas love to hate, so get your cap on, cap on | |
| Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese | |
| Number two, keep these mother in' 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 |