Running Game (Son of a Slave Master) Songtext
von Prince

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

How much do you want for that real dope beat? (How much?)
Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth
Son of a slave master, meet and greet
There goes the publishing and you′re back on the street
(Back on the street)

25 thousands like selling it free
Seems like a lot next to poverty
How much you really want for all them beats?
Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin′, goin'


All the gates of Henry uncovered your past
Checkered like a Nascar flag, vroom, moving to fast
Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass
What an A-S-S

Son of a slave master keeping it goin′, goin′, goin'

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, even though really don't know ya

Black on black crime, Abel and Cain
You would think high yellow would be a shade (oh)
A 21st century is still about greed and fame
I′m about, I'm about to go insane (want to go insane)
Somebody call 911, then leave his name, leave his name

Son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a slave master
Son of a, son of a son of a slave master (master)
Still runnin′ game, yeah, she's still runnin' game, y′all
Yes, she is, runnin′ game, oh, still runnin' game, you′all

Runnin' game, runnin′ game
Runnin' game, runnin′ game