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Not A Game (Explicit)

E-40, Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Moe Green
2018-07-133:19 minSynced lyrics

"Not A Game (Explicit)" is a song by E-40, Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Moe Green, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:19 long and contains 110 lines and 784 words.

Lyrics

0:00Not A Game - E-40/Daveed Diggs/Rafael Casal
0:01All I know is hustle
0:02All I know is Bubba
0:03All I know is struggle
0:06All I know is trouble
0:07All I know is smuggle
0:08All I know is double
0:10Ain't nobody business but the town
0:12All of the scales it's digital underground
0:14Step up step step step up step up
0:16So you know I get around
0:17But I be right back like the cracks in the foundation
0:20That's why we like what's cracking and what's shaking what's shakin'
0:23Bay slang birthed from the earthquakin'
0:25And we bend never break fast everyday
0:27Hungry tummy always coming for the biggest plate
0:29And the shift right left like the wipers on the scraper
0:32Though the rain gon' come why you hiding under paper
0:34No seeds rolling tree with a looseleaf garden
0:37Call a spade a n***a but these n***as they ain't sharp enough
0:39To break dirt better know I've been about the soil
0:42Cali been about the gold like Texas been about the oil
0:44So slick when I slide through
0:46Chick wanna ride too
0:47Clique bonafide homicide like the nine do
0:50Mind been on I do
0:51Married to the hustle on fire like Piru no blood
0:54Muscle on wide I'm middle of the block like what
0:57Same white tee still don't give a f**k
1:00Same white teeth same smile still suck
1:02Same white people sitting with the game f**ked up
1:04Set my day one spitting with the flame untucked
1:07This the bay son you missin' what we saying dumb luck
1:09Yo uh
1:10What you thought it was a game
1:12Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
1:14Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
1:16Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play
1:19B***h welcome to the Bay
1:20I don't got too many friends now
1:22Many robbed me of my intiution so I axed 'em
1:24Playin' my position I got 2020 vision
1:26I don't listen if the pimpin'
1:27Isn't part of how you flex 'em
1:29Got me feelin' extra bless up 3-deep the car
1:32Mobbin about the monty what I'm dropping is CPR
1:34To push down on a couple bodies
1:36Who clowned and be speaking harder
1:37It seemed she wasn't around till I freed up a couple yards
1:40Oh you thought that was easy
1:42Lot of fakers caught the tape and now repeat me
1:44I was in a scraper pulling favors for the capers
1:46Putting casual commissary for my motherf**kers
1:48Caught up in the danger at the precinct
1:51Me thinks we should body this new flock of too cocky
1:54Bourgeoisy b***h looking hipster kids passing this rap s**t
1:57It seemed far too popular
1:58Putting a couple shots in they monikers
2:00Thinking they got when they not even common carpenters
2:02Hollerin' hollow as top notch telemarketers
2:05Who got some top like you talkin tall as a tightrope
2:07But in a crap game
2:08He don't know how to dice though
2:10Yo uh
2:10What you thought it was a game
2:12Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
2:14Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
2:16Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play
2:19B***h welcome to the Bay
2:20Hold up write that down
2:21All I know is hustle
2:22One time let me see
2:23All I know is Bubba
2:24All I know is struggle
2:25Shake it
2:25Break that s**t down
2:26All I know is trouble
2:27All I know is smuggle
2:28All I know is double
2:29Shake it
2:30When I'm in first class on a plane
2:31People ask me what I do for a living
2:32I tell 'em
2:32A little bit of this
2:33A little bit of that
2:34Hustlin' and grittin'
2:34Getting my money up pockets need a tummy tuck
2:37My wallet and my bankrow and my baller gut
2:39When I was young I had a discussion with my street sign
2:42What did you talk about
2:43Living and dying
2:44What about your paper route
2:46Rhytmic grindin'
2:47Clientele and clout
2:48Multiplyin'
2:49Now I came in the gang with a boomerang
2:52Never sold pews
2:53But they used to sell that there candy cane
2:55Evils and heels living 500
2:56He all right
2:57In the hood was black folks think that castor oil cure everything
3:00All kind of different treats with all kind of different names
3:02I use ocean soil and chicken s**t to feed my strains
3:04The Hillside of Vallejo was the land I claim
3:07I gave my brother Dannell some meal to buy a Mustang
3:09Back in 1985 when s**t was live
3:12We did what we had to do to survive
3:14All the real ones gone in jail or even died
3:17So it's up to me to teach 'em the ghetto guides
3:19Byatch
Not A Game - E-40/Daveed Diggs/Rafael Casal
All I know is hustle
All I know is Bubba
All I know is struggle
All I know is trouble
All I know is smuggle
All I know is double
Ain't nobody business but the town
All of the scales it's digital underground
Step up step step step up step up
So you know I get around
But I be right back like the cracks in the foundation
That's why we like what's cracking and what's shaking what's shakin'
Bay slang birthed from the earthquakin'
And we bend never break fast everyday
Hungry tummy always coming for the biggest plate
And the shift right left like the wipers on the scraper
Though the rain gon' come why you hiding under paper
No seeds rolling tree with a looseleaf garden
Call a spade a n***a but these n***as they ain't sharp enough
To break dirt better know I've been about the soil
Cali been about the gold like Texas been about the oil
So slick when I slide through
Chick wanna ride too
Clique bonafide homicide like the nine do
Mind been on I do
Married to the hustle on fire like Piru no blood
Muscle on wide I'm middle of the block like what
Same white tee still don't give a f**k
Same white teeth same smile still suck
Same white people sitting with the game f**ked up
Set my day one spitting with the flame untucked
This the bay son you missin' what we saying dumb luck
Yo uh
What you thought it was a game
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play
B***h welcome to the Bay
I don't got too many friends now
Many robbed me of my intiution so I axed 'em
Playin' my position I got 2020 vision
I don't listen if the pimpin'
Isn't part of how you flex 'em
Got me feelin' extra bless up 3-deep the car
Mobbin about the monty what I'm dropping is CPR
To push down on a couple bodies
Who clowned and be speaking harder
It seemed she wasn't around till I freed up a couple yards
Oh you thought that was easy
Lot of fakers caught the tape and now repeat me
I was in a scraper pulling favors for the capers
Putting casual commissary for my motherf**kers
Caught up in the danger at the precinct
Me thinks we should body this new flock of too cocky
Bourgeoisy b***h looking hipster kids passing this rap s**t
It seemed far too popular
Putting a couple shots in they monikers
Thinking they got when they not even common carpenters
Hollerin' hollow as top notch telemarketers
Who got some top like you talkin tall as a tightrope
But in a crap game
He don't know how to dice though
Yo uh
What you thought it was a game
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play
B***h welcome to the Bay
Hold up write that down
All I know is hustle
One time let me see
All I know is Bubba
All I know is struggle
Shake it
Break that s**t down
All I know is trouble
All I know is smuggle
All I know is double
Shake it
When I'm in first class on a plane
People ask me what I do for a living
I tell 'em
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
Hustlin' and grittin'
Getting my money up pockets need a tummy tuck
My wallet and my bankrow and my baller gut
When I was young I had a discussion with my street sign
What did you talk about
Living and dying
What about your paper route
Rhytmic grindin'
Clientele and clout
Multiplyin'
Now I came in the gang with a boomerang
Never sold pews
But they used to sell that there candy cane
Evils and heels living 500
He all right
In the hood was black folks think that castor oil cure everything
All kind of different treats with all kind of different names
I use ocean soil and chicken s**t to feed my strains
The Hillside of Vallejo was the land I claim
I gave my brother Dannell some meal to buy a Mustang
Back in 1985 when s**t was live
We did what we had to do to survive
All the real ones gone in jail or even died
So it's up to me to teach 'em the ghetto guides
Byatch

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