Prince - Running Game (Son Of A Slave Master) lyrics

How many gats in the slacks be showin'? Betcha that the man downtown be knowin' Wacks turn to beef when the gangsters meet Son of a slave master keeping it goin' Goin', goin' Goin', goin', goin', goin' How much do you want for that real dope beat? Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth Son of a slave master, meet and greet There goes the publishing and You're back on the street Back on the street 25 thousands like selling it free Seems like a lot next to poverty How much you really want for all them beats? Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' All the gates of Henry Uncovered Your past Checkered like a NASCAR flag, vroom Moving to fast Betcha if you had Your way You'd turn back the hourglass What an A-S-S Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' Don't come to the party Unless you bring somebody Somebody that wants to dance Somebody that wants to make sweet romance We still got... Mad love for ya Even though, even though Really don't know ya Black on black crime Abel and Cain You would think high yellow would be a shade 21st Century It's still about greed and fame Eye'm about, Eye'm about to go insane About to go insane Somebody call 9-1-1 Then leave his name, leave his name Son of a, son of a, son of a Son of a slave master Son of a, son of a Son of a slave master Still runnin' game Yeah, she's still runnin' game, you'all Yes she is, runnin' game Oh, still runnin' game, you'all Runnin' game, runnin' game Runnin' game, runnin' game