Rydah J. Klyde - What's Wrong lyrics

[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 [Rappin' 4-Tay] I keeps my distance from haters cause I'm quick to flash It irritates 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**in' 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 leave you in check They playing with a full deck, you can get the breakfast, say thanks [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, "Weeblelations" "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) [Chorus] [Rappin' 4-Tay] What's the world comin' to when n***as talk down for funds I'm Rappin' 4-Tay it don't make me nones Popularity don't mean that much Cause if it don't make dollars I don't really give a f** Jockin' all up under my name but you don't even know me Got me f**ed up with one of them s**ers One of your so called homies Yo that's the sh** that'll cause the magnum clip to bring the pain When n***as go against the grain 40 Water what's wrong with the game? [E-40] I'm ten years strong 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 [Chorus] [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 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!) [Rappin' 4-Tay] The game done got solid brokers 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 them G's is right If that game was tight Ballers had get back Wasn't no such thing as three strikes No sense in f**in' mines off But I'm off parole and sh** n***as get to running off at the mouth Just like a snitch, sound like a b**h BIAAAAATCH [Chorus]x2 [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?