daveed diggs - not a game lyrics
[intro: e-40]
all i know is hustle
all i know is bubba
all i know is struggle
all i know is trouble
all i know is smuggle
all i know is double
[verse 1: daveed diggs]
ain’t n0body business but the town
all of the scales, it’s digital underground
(step up, step, step, step up, step up)
so you know i get around
but i be right back like the cracks in the foundation
that’s why we like what’s cracking and what’s shaking (what’s shakin’)
bay slang birthed from the earthquakin’
and we bend never break, fast everyday
hungry tummy always coming for the biggest plate
and the shift right left like the wipers on the scr-per
though the rain gon’ come why you hiding under paper
no seeds, rolling tree with a looseleaf garden
call a spade a n-gga but these n-ggas, they ain’t sharp enough
to break dirt, better know i’ve been about the soil
cali been about the gold like texas been about the oil
so sl!ck when i slide through
chick wanna ride too
clique bonafide, homicide like the nine do
mind been on “i do”
married to the hustle on fire like piru, no blood
muscle on wide i’m middle of the block like “what?”
same white tee, still don’t give a f-ck
same white t–th, same smile, still suck
same white people sitting with the game, f-cked up
set my day one spitting with the flame untucked
this the bay, son you missin’ what we saying, dumb luck
[chorus: e-40 & moe green]
yo, uh
what you thought it was a game?
dominoes and bones when it’s money on the way
break a couple for you when you run into the gang
don’t be acting brand new if you really wanna play
b-tch, welcome to the bay
[verse 2: rafael casal]
i don’t got too many friends now
many robbed me of my intiution so i axed ’em
playin’ my position i got 20/20 vision
i don’t listen if the pimpin’ isn’t part of how you flex ’em
got me feelin’ extra, bless up, 3-deep the car
mobbin about the monty what i’m dropping is cpr
to push down on a couple bodies
who clowned and be speaking harder
it seemed she wasn’t around till i freed up a couple yards
oh, you thought that was easy
lot of fakers caught the tape and now repeat me
i was in a scr-per pulling favors for the capers
putting casual commissary for my motherf-ckers
caught up in the danger at the precinct
me thinks we should body this new flock of too c-cky
bourgeoisy b-tch looking hipster kids p-ssing this rap sh-t
it seemed far too popular
putting a couple shots in they monikers
thinking they got when they not even common carpenters
hollerin’ hollow as top notch telemarketers
who got some top like you talkin tall as a tightrope
but in a cr-p game
he don’t know how to dice though
[chorus: e-40 & moe green]
yo, uh
what you thought it was a game?
dominoes and bones when it’s money on the way
break a couple for you when you run into the gang
don’t be acting brand new if you really wanna play
b-tch welcome to the bay
[bridge: daveed diggs & e-40]
hold up, write that down (all i know is hustle)
one time let me see (all i know is bubba)
tough stuff, great stuff (all i know is struggle)
shake it
break that sh-t down (all i know is trouble)
one time let me see (all i know is smuggle)
tough stuff, great stuff (all i know is double)
shake it
[verse 3: e-40]
when i’m in first cl-ss on a plane people ask me what i do for a living
i tell em, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, hustlin’ and grittin’
getting my money up, pockets need a tummy tuck
my wallet and my bankrow and my baller gut
when i was young i had a discussion with my street sign
what did you talk about?
living and dying
what about your paper route?
rhytmic grindin’
clientele and clout?
multiplyin’
now i came in the gang with a boomerang
never sold pews, but they used to sell that there candy cane
evils and heels living 500, he all right
in the hood was black folks think that castor oil cure everything
all kind of different treats with all kind of different names
i use ocean soil and chicken sh-t to feed my strains
the hillside of vallejo was the land i claim
i gave my brother dannell some meal to buy a mustang
back in 1985 when sh-t was live
we did what we had to do to survive
all the real ones gone in jail or even died
so it’s up to me to teach ’em the ghetto guides
byatch!
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