What's Wrong Wit The Game

Uh, (you tell me)

Holler at a player though

40 Water, what's wrong wit the game though?

I don't know

Holler at a player though

4-Tay, what's wrong wit the game though?

I don't know

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

Fucking 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

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 fuck?, 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 motherfucker 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)

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 fuck

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

Got me fucked 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?

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

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 I'm 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!)

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 fucking 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!

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?