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Artist: (Rydah J. Klyde f/) E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay
Album:  90% Street 10% Rap
Song:   What's Wrong
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[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

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 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
Fuckin' 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 leave 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, "Weeblelations"
"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)


[Rappin' 4-Tay]
What's the world comin' to when niggaz 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 fuck
Jockin' all up under my name but you don't even know me
Got me fucked up with one of them suckers
One of your so called homies
Yo that's the shit that'll cause the magnum clip to bring the pain
When niggaz go against the grain
40 Water what's wrong with the game?

I'm ten years strong 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!)

[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 fuckin' mines off
But I'm off parole and shit
Niggaz get to running off at the mouth
Just like a snitch, sound like a bitch


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?