E-40 - Real Game For a Player lyrics
[E-40 - Real Game For a Player lyrics]
UH, mob the fuck out
Looking up with something to prove on my mind
For niggas that hate on me and they doubt
‘Cause it’s a drought on us
Real people like E-Feasible
Suckers wanna block my shine like a gazebo
Standing outside of the burrito
Placing my order
Posted up with the pistol tucked
My biggest supporter
Ran across my OG, he got hella chirren
He been pimpin’ since dinosaur urine
I handed my nigga the dank
He hit it and gave it back
He told it make him think
He used to be on crack
Now he doing hella good
Hella love in the hood having his scratch
Back in, everywhere he going is Cadillac
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player
UH! Corner to corner, ave to
Ave, tycoonin’, high-sidin, and reppin’
Sweating a blade, packing a weapon
Checking on my investments
Looking in both of my mirrors and my rearview
‘Cause you never know who know who
Who tryna follow you
When you at a stoplight or an intersection
Think leave a space in front of you
At least a car length
So you can have enough room to
Get outta there if they squirt (SKKRRT)
The jealous’ll love to put me in the dirt
(Six feet)
Gotta be prepared for the unthinkable
Gotta stay prayed up, high alert
It’s fonky out’chere, it’s stanky like a burp
My kind the same pigmentation as gook (Yayo)
If it ain’t about no bread then it’s minute
(Redundant)
These fools ain’t got no souls, mayne
They hatin’ (False suckers)
No matter what you do for fools
They ungrateful (Bustas)
Never tell what you about to do
In front of a bitch ‘Cause if you fall out
She gon’ tell the streets who did the shit
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player
I’ve been replacing the letter P
With the letter Y
Yaper, yowder, you late guys
Suckers don’t wanna fade but quick
To bust they gats
Instead of fighting and shaking hands
Like after a tennis match
The shit they doing these days
I ain’t enjoying it
Martin and Malcolm X is disappointed
My race done let ‘em down
No longer breathin’
They died for us, they died for our freedom
One of the homies got caught with some pills
I had to bail him out i said ‘Nigga
Don’t you know that’s enough money to put
On a house in the South?’ he said ‘Nigga
Don’t you know you hella
Lucky I didn’t snitch?’ i said ‘Nigga
What you mean I’m hella
Lucky you didn’t snitch?’
He said ‘I coulda told ‘em it was yours
I could told ‘em that you’ve been frontin’ me
Even though I still woulda went to jail
At least I woulda had some company’
I said ‘Nigga, who the fuck raised you
You lying ass son of a bitch?’
He said ‘Nigga, I’m talking shit
I’m silent as a gimp’
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player
Looking up with something to prove on my mind
For niggas that hate on me and they doubt
‘Cause it’s a drought on us
Real people like E-Feasible
Suckers wanna block my shine like a gazebo
Standing outside of the burrito
Placing my order
Posted up with the pistol tucked
My biggest supporter
Ran across my OG, he got hella chirren
He been pimpin’ since dinosaur urine
I handed my nigga the dank
He hit it and gave it back
He told it make him think
He used to be on crack
Now he doing hella good
Hella love in the hood having his scratch
Back in, everywhere he going is Cadillac
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player
UH! Corner to corner, ave to
Ave, tycoonin’, high-sidin, and reppin’
Sweating a blade, packing a weapon
Checking on my investments
Looking in both of my mirrors and my rearview
‘Cause you never know who know who
Who tryna follow you
When you at a stoplight or an intersection
Think leave a space in front of you
At least a car length
So you can have enough room to
Get outta there if they squirt (SKKRRT)
The jealous’ll love to put me in the dirt
(Six feet)
Gotta be prepared for the unthinkable
Gotta stay prayed up, high alert
It’s fonky out’chere, it’s stanky like a burp
My kind the same pigmentation as gook (Yayo)
If it ain’t about no bread then it’s minute
(Redundant)
These fools ain’t got no souls, mayne
They hatin’ (False suckers)
No matter what you do for fools
They ungrateful (Bustas)
Never tell what you about to do
In front of a bitch ‘Cause if you fall out
She gon’ tell the streets who did the shit
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player
I’ve been replacing the letter P
With the letter Y
Yaper, yowder, you late guys
Suckers don’t wanna fade but quick
To bust they gats
Instead of fighting and shaking hands
Like after a tennis match
The shit they doing these days
I ain’t enjoying it
Martin and Malcolm X is disappointed
My race done let ‘em down
No longer breathin’
They died for us, they died for our freedom
One of the homies got caught with some pills
I had to bail him out i said ‘Nigga
Don’t you know that’s enough money to put
On a house in the South?’ he said ‘Nigga
Don’t you know you hella
Lucky I didn’t snitch?’ i said ‘Nigga
What you mean I’m hella
Lucky you didn’t snitch?’
He said ‘I coulda told ‘em it was yours
I could told ‘em that you’ve been frontin’ me
Even though I still woulda went to jail
At least I woulda had some company’
I said ‘Nigga, who the fuck raised you
You lying ass son of a bitch?’
He said ‘Nigga, I’m talking shit
I’m silent as a gimp’
Real game for a player…BIATCH!
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
(Mmm hmm, real game for a player)
Real game for a player
(yeah, and that’s game)
Real game for a player (Hell yeah)
For a player