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rappin 4 tay - what's wrong wit the game lyrics

[intro: rappin’ 4-tay (e-40)]
uh, (you tell me)

[chorus: rappin’ 4-tay, e-40]

[rappin’ 4-tay]
holler at a player though
40 water, what’s wrong wit the game though?
i don’t know

[e-40]
holler at a player though
4-tay, what’s wrong wit the game though?
i don’t know

[verse 1: rappin’ 4-tay]
i keeps my distance from haters cause i’m quick to flash
area takes me with a p-ssion, i tap that -ss
be quick to blast, the game just ain’t the same no more
you doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll
f-cking up the hustle with the streets and sh-t
it’s too much legal tender on my agenda to bite our fame
but if you play me, i gots no choice to reach you in check
they playing with a full deck, you can get the breakfast, say thanks

[verse 2: e-40]
see i’m a business man with a set of big b-lls
marketing meetings and, uh, got frisco
just ain’t your work for a living (uh huh)
they got hit, what the f-ck?, you think i been got sh-t?, it ain’t easy
everyday now walk through the streets
a n-gg- can’t even sit down with his family
and be straight and have a decent dinner
without a motherf-cker yelling, “refalations”
“what i got to do to get you in my compilations?” (compilations)
so i study what i do, the sh-t for you for free (for free)
i used to do that to a n-gg- when i was seventeen (uh, uh)

[chorus: rappin’ 4-tay, e-40]

[verse 3: rappin’ 4-tay]
what’s the world coming to when n-gg-z talk down for fun
some rappin’ 4-tay you don’t make me dumb
pop a cherry, we don’t mean that much
cause if it don’t make dollars i don’t really give a f-ck
jocking all up under my name but you don’t even know me
got me f-cked up and one of them suckers when they so called homies
if that’s the sh-t, better pause and magnum or crip, they ready to paint us
when n-gg-z go against the great 40 water, what’s wrong with the game?

[verse 4: e-40]
i’m ten years hung in this sh-t, if i was up to heart
my n-gg- got d-ck, her is his, by selling chicks in front of his car
got a crib with 9,000 square, christine and marsha, will you just imagine?
big -ss improving for maximus, big -ss, let’s fetch it
i seen it in my dream when i was nine years old
my momma always told me to achieve my goal
keep a cool bid and, uh, respect a dollar
never get too greedy for the money and power

[chorus: e-40, rappin’ 4-tay]

[verse 5: e-40]
the reason i carry glocks, 26 on my side of my hip
cause i ain’t dumping now (dumping now), thinking of now a days
they act like you owe something (something)
talking about, “40, show me some love!, (show me some love!)”
because i got a, a despot im my blood
n-gg-z want to knock me
cause i don’t blossom like a sunflower seed
surrounded by promises, you said that you keeps me smoking big weed
drinking while sipping ale (sipping ale) yes indeed
born and raised in vallejo (eeehhhh!)

[verse 6: rappin’ 4-tay]
they claim they got solid rockets
so all my true player partners, y’all just stay focused
and watch them haters cause they plots on a daily basis
hustlers, servants, traders that caught so many dope cases
and but i want the quickness if the g’s is right
if that game was tight, ballers had pimped at it, ain’t no such thing as
three strikes
no sense, our f-cking minds aren’t, but i’m on parole and sh-t
n-gg-z get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a b-tch
ehhh!, ehhh!

[chorus: rappin’ 4-tay, e-40]

[chorus: e-40, rappin’ 4-tay]

[outro: e-40]
what’s wrong wit the game?
can’t get caught off with the game
just get my chips and get paid
holler at a player though
4-tay, what’s wrong wit the game though?
holler at a player though
holler at a player though
4-tay, what’s wrong wit the game though?
huh?

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