What's Wrong Wit the Game

[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 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 [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 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) [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 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? [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 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!) [Verse 6: Rappin' 4-Tay] They claim they got solid rockets So all my true player partners, why'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! [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?