What's Wrong Wit The Game

(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

******g up the hustle with the streets and ************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 *******

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 ************t?, it ain't easy

Everyday now walk through the streets

A ******* can't even sit down with his family

And be straight and have a decent dinner

Without a mother****** yelling, "Refalations"

"What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" (compilations)

So I study what I do, the ************t for you for free (for free)

I used to do that to a ******* when I was seventeen (uh, uh)

[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40]

[Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay]

What's the world coming to when *******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 *******

Jocking all up under my name but you don't even know me

Got me ****** up and one of them suckers when they so called homies

If that's the ************t, better pause and magnum or Crip, they ready to paint us

When *******z go against the great 40 Water, what's wrong with the game?

[Verse 4: E-40]

I'm ten years hung in this ************t, if I was up to heart

My ******* got ************, her is his, by selling chicks in front of his car

Got a crib with 9,000 ************, 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

*******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 ******

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 **** 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 ******g minds aren't, but I'm on parole and ************t

*******z get to running off at the mouth just like a snitch, some like a ************

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?