Running Game [Son Of A Slave Master] lyrics

How many gats in the slacks be showin'?

Betcha that the man downtown be knowin'

Wacks turn to beef when the gangsters meet

Son of a slave master keeping it goin'

Goin', goin'

Goin', goin', goin', goin'

How much do you want for that real dope beat?

Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth

Son of a slave master, meet and greet

There goes the publishing and

You're back on the street

Back on the street

25 thousands like selling it free

Seems like a lot next to poverty

How much you really want for all them beats?

Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin'

All the gates of Henry

Uncovered Your past

Checkered like a NASCAR flag, vroom

Moving to fast

Betcha if you had Your way

You'd turn back the hourglass

What an A-S-S

Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin'

Don't come to the party

Unless you bring somebody

Somebody that wants to dance

Somebody that wants to make sweet romance

We still got...

Mad love for ya

Even though, even though

Really don't know ya

Black on black crime

Abel and Cain

You would think high yellow would be a shade

21st Century

It's still about greed and fame

Eye'm about, Eye'm about to go insane

About to go insane

Somebody call 9-1-1

Then leave his name, leave his name

Son of a, son of a, son of a

Son of a slave master

Son of a, son of a

Son of a slave master

Still runnin' game

Yeah, she's still runnin' game, you'all

Yes she is, runnin' game

Oh, still runnin' game, you'all

Runnin' game, runnin' game

Runnin' game, runnin' game