What Happened To The Game - Rasco

Yeah, once again y’all

Ha, it’s the Soulfather Rasco, yeah

Cali Agent #1, Dick Swan' back with it

Uhh, 'bout to set the shit off, check it

Yeah

Yo, hip-hop ain’t never felt this good

Got my back off the mat, set to bless the hood

Yo, man I did it with the sweat off my back

Spent six long years tryin to better the stacks

The better the tracks, the better I can spit these rhymes

When it’s all said and done I can stick these dimes

Yeah, I can hit these niggas from close range

Nigga we throw thangs, nigga we won’t change

We — keep the zone, to each his own

On the top of the hill you can keep your thrown

Listen — guns and steel’ll stun you still

While these cats stay fake I’m the one that’s real

Aiyyo I’m straight from the Bay ay, where these cats don’t P-lay

It’s the home of the DJ

They try to catch us on the replay, T-Bo

We go to the top never be-low

Aiyyo what happened to the game homey?

Man these cats done changed on me, they still try to put the chains on me

I bust loose, man I’m ready to fly

Bust shots in the sky like I’m ready to die

Aiyyo I came up from ze-ro, now my baby girl’s he-ro

I bet you cats never seen dough

Been on the d-low, cause I will come re-po your shit

We rollin thick

Deez flows is sick (ha) you need to call the MD

Leave it up to Ras' to MC

Even if your glass is empty I pour your shots

Then take you for the four you got

Point guards never scored a lot, 'til I entered the game

You want to win, gotta enter your name

Dick Swan' still quick on the draw, I’m still spittin it raw

I will still put dick in your jaw

Man I had to bring it back to this, this is classic shit

The type of shit a nigga has to get

Had to take it back to '98, there’s no time to wait

I still gotta put food on the plate

Aiyyo this is how it is (yeah) I came to handle my biz

Do my thing so a brother can live

Yo even if I got it to give I’m never holdin back

Feel better when I’m foldin stacks

Control the track, ain’t another cold as that

Like haters in the game tryin to hold us back

We, break the chains, take your name

Do hip-hop shit go against the grain

Twist and sprain, yellin but I missed your name

Man ain’t nuttin worse when they spit the same

We, bring the real, swing for grills

Tell the man up top he can bring the bills

Fuck your deal~!

We don’t really need the shit

Just a brother in the game tryin to breathe and shit

Just gimme what’s mine and things’ll be fine

Two-double-oh-five put it all on the line