Song | What's Wrong Wit The Game |
Artist | Rappin' 4-Tay |
Album | 4 Tha Hard Way |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : E Forty, Rappin 4-Tay | |
(feat. E-40) | |
[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 passion, I tap that ass | |
Be quick to blast, the game just ain't the same no more | |
You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll | |
****ing up the hustle with the streets and shit | |
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 balls | |
Marketing meetings and, uh, got Frisco | |
Just ain't your work for a living (uh huh) | |
They got hit, what the ****?, you think I been got shit?, it ain't easy | |
Everyday now walk through the streets | |
A nigga can't even sit down with his family | |
And be straight and have a decent dinner | |
Without a mother****er yelling, "Refalations" | |
"What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" (compilations) | |
So I study what I do, the shit for you for free (for free) | |
I used to do that to a nigga when I was seventeen (uh, uh) | |
[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40] | |
[Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay] | |
What's the world coming to when niggaz 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 **** | |
Jocking all up under my name but you don't even know me | |
Got me ****ed up and one of them suckers when they so called homies | |
If that's the shit, better pause and magnum or Crip, they ready to paint us | |
When niggaz go against the great 40 Water, what's wrong with the game? | |
[Verse 4: E-40] | |
I'm ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart | |
My nigga got dick, 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 ass improving for Maximus, big ass, 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 | |
Niggaz 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 ****ing minds aren't, but I'm on parole and shit | |
Niggaz get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a bitch | |
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? |
zuo ci : E Forty, Rappin 4Tay | |
feat. E40 | |
Intro: Rappin' 4Tay E40 | |
Uh, you tell me | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Holler at a player though | |
40 Water, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
I don' t know | |
E40 | |
Holler at a player though | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
I don' t know | |
Verse 1: Rappin' 4Tay | |
I keeps my distance from haters cause I' m quick to flash | |
Area takes me with a passion, I tap that ass | |
Be quick to blast, the game just ain' t the same no more | |
You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll | |
ing up the hustle with the streets and shit | |
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: E40 | |
See I' m a business man with a set of big balls | |
Marketing meetings and, uh, got Frisco | |
Just ain' t your work for a living uh huh | |
They got hit, what the ?, you think I been got shit?, it ain' t easy | |
Everyday now walk through the streets | |
A nigga can' t even sit down with his family | |
And be straight and have a decent dinner | |
Without a mother er yelling, " Refalations" | |
" What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" compilations | |
So I study what I do, the shit for you for free for free | |
I used to do that to a nigga when I was seventeen uh, uh | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Verse 3: Rappin' 4Tay | |
What' s the world coming to when niggaz talk down for fun | |
Some Rappin' 4Tay 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 | |
Jocking all up under my name but you don' t even know me | |
Got me ed up and one of them suckers when they so called homies | |
If that' s the shit, better pause and magnum or Crip, they ready to paint us | |
When niggaz go against the great 40 Water, what' s wrong with the game? | |
Verse 4: E40 | |
I' m ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart | |
My nigga got dick, 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 ass improving for Maximus, big ass, 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: E40, Rappin' 4Tay | |
Verse 5: E40 | |
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 | |
Niggaz 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' 4Tay | |
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 ing minds aren' t, but I' m on parole and shit | |
Niggaz get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a bitch | |
Ehhh!, Ehhh! | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Chorus: E40, Rappin' 4Tay | |
Outro: E40 | |
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 | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
Holler at a player though | |
Holler at a player though | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
Huh? |
zuò cí : E Forty, Rappin 4Tay | |
feat. E40 | |
Intro: Rappin' 4Tay E40 | |
Uh, you tell me | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Rappin' 4Tay | |
Holler at a player though | |
40 Water, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
I don' t know | |
E40 | |
Holler at a player though | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
I don' t know | |
Verse 1: Rappin' 4Tay | |
I keeps my distance from haters cause I' m quick to flash | |
Area takes me with a passion, I tap that ass | |
Be quick to blast, the game just ain' t the same no more | |
You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll | |
ing up the hustle with the streets and shit | |
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: E40 | |
See I' m a business man with a set of big balls | |
Marketing meetings and, uh, got Frisco | |
Just ain' t your work for a living uh huh | |
They got hit, what the ?, you think I been got shit?, it ain' t easy | |
Everyday now walk through the streets | |
A nigga can' t even sit down with his family | |
And be straight and have a decent dinner | |
Without a mother er yelling, " Refalations" | |
" What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" compilations | |
So I study what I do, the shit for you for free for free | |
I used to do that to a nigga when I was seventeen uh, uh | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Verse 3: Rappin' 4Tay | |
What' s the world coming to when niggaz talk down for fun | |
Some Rappin' 4Tay 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 | |
Jocking all up under my name but you don' t even know me | |
Got me ed up and one of them suckers when they so called homies | |
If that' s the shit, better pause and magnum or Crip, they ready to paint us | |
When niggaz go against the great 40 Water, what' s wrong with the game? | |
Verse 4: E40 | |
I' m ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart | |
My nigga got dick, 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 ass improving for Maximus, big ass, 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: E40, Rappin' 4Tay | |
Verse 5: E40 | |
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 | |
Niggaz 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' 4Tay | |
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 ing minds aren' t, but I' m on parole and shit | |
Niggaz get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a bitch | |
Ehhh!, Ehhh! | |
Chorus: Rappin' 4Tay, E40 | |
Chorus: E40, Rappin' 4Tay | |
Outro: E40 | |
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 | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
Holler at a player though | |
Holler at a player though | |
4Tay, what' s wrong wit the game though? | |
Huh? |