[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



[E-40]

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



[E-40]

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)



[Chorus]



[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 wi