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LYRICFLUENTRunning Game (Son Of A Slave Master) Lyrics by Prince Prince
Below, you will find the lyrics for Running Game (Son Of A Slave Master) by Prince.
Mm, band
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ohh
How many gats in the slacks be showin'
Betcha that the man downtown be knowin'
Wax turn to beef when the gangsters meet
Son of slave master keepin' it goin' goin' goin'
Goin', goin', goin', goin'
How much do you want for that real dope beat?
Another A in our name, lyin' through their teeth
Son of a slave master, meet greet
There goes the publishing you're back on the street
Back on the street
Twenty-five thousand is like selling it free
Seems like a lot next to poverty
How much you really want for all them beats?
Son of slave master keepin' it goin' goin' goin'
Mmm
Uh-huh
All the gates of henry
Uncovered your past
Checkered like a NASCAR flag, vroom
Movin' too fast
Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass
What an A-S-S
Son of slave master keepin' it goin' goin' goin'
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ohh
Don't come to the party unless you bring somebody
Somebody that wants to dance
Somebody that wants to make sweet romance
mad love for ya
Even though really don't know ya
Black on black crime
Abel and Cain
You would think high yellow would be ashamed
The 21st century, it's still about greed fame
I'm about, I'm about to go insane
Insane
Somebody call 911 and 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, son of a slave master
still running game
Yes, he still running game, y'all
Yes, he is
Running game, still running game, y'all
Ooh-ooh
Sonny
Running game
Running game
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