Studio Ton - What's Wrong Wit the Game lyrics

[Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay] + (E-40) Uh, (you tell me) [Hook: 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 pa**ion, I tap that a** Be quick to blast, the game just ain't the same no more You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll f**ing up the hustle with the streets and sh** 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 f**?, you think I been got sh**?, it ain't easy Everyday now walk through the streets A n***a can't even sit down with his family And be straight and have a decent dinner Without a motherf**er yelling, "Refalations" "What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" (compilations) So I study what I do, the sh** for you for free (for free) I used to do that to a n***a when I was seventeen (uh, uh) [Hook: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40] [Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay] What's the world coming to when n***as 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** Jocking all up under my name but you don't even know me Got me f**ed up and one of them s**ers when they so called homies If that's the sh**, better pause and magnum or Crip, they ready to paint us When n***as go against the great 40 Water, what's wrong with the game? [Verse 4: E-40] I'm ten years hung in this sh**, if I was up to heart My n***a 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 a** improving for Maximus, big a**, 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 [Hook: 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***as 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**ing minds aren't, but I'm on parole and sh** n***as get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a b**h Ehhh!, Ehhh! [Hook: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40] [Hook: 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?