"Running Game (Son Of A Slave Master)" lyrics

Mm, band
Ooh

How many gats in the slacks be showin'?
Betcha that the man downtown be knowin'
Wax turn to beef when the gangsters meet
Son of slave master keepin' it goin'
Goin, goin', goin'

How much do you want for that real dope beat?
("How much? Possibilities")
Another A&R Man lyin' through their teeth
("He can put it on ya")
("I wanna see it")
Son of a slave master meet and greet
("You see what I'm lookin' for?")
There goes the publishing and you're back on the street
("Let's just see it")
Back on the street

Twenty-five thousand is like selling it free
Seems like a lot next to poverty
How much you really want for all them beats?
Son of slave master keepin' it goin'
Goin, goin', goin', mmm

Uh-huh
All the Gates of Henry uncovered your past
Checker like a NASCAR flags, movin' too fast (Oh)
Betcha if you had your way, you'd turn back the hourglass (Oh)
What an A-S-S (Haha...)

Son of slave master
Keepin' it goin'
Goin', goin', goin'

Hey
Don't come to the party
Unless you bring somebody (Hey!)
Somebody that wants to dance
Somebody that wants to make sweet romance
We still got mad love for ya
Even though really don't know ya

(Ooh) Black on black crime
Abel and Cain
(Ooh) You would think high yellow would be ashamed
(Ooh) In the twenty-first century it's still about greed and fame
I'm about, about to go insane
('Bout to go insane)

Somebody call 911 and leave his name
Son of a (Son of a) Son of a slave master
Son of a (Son of a) Son of a slave master
(Master)

Oh, still running game
Yes, he...
Still running game, y'all (Oh Lord)
Yes he is
Running game
Oh, still running game, y'all
Ooh...
Running games
Running games
Sonny
Running games
Running games
Hey
He was gonna call me that day
He was gonna call me
You know what I'm sayin'
Haha, whoo
Need some drinks in here
Bring them somes too
("What she talkin' about")
You know
Yeah, my hustle is strong