Not A Game (Explicit)
E-40, Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Moe Green"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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