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