Prince - Running Game (Son Of A Slave Master) Lyrics

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? (How much? Possibilities)
Another A in our name, lyin' through their teeth (he can put it on ya)
Son of a slave master, meet & greet (I wanna see it, you see what I'm lookin' for uh-huh)
There goes the publishing & you're back on the street (let's just see it)

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 (oh)
Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass (oh)
What an A-S-S (haha)

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 (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 ashamed oh
The 21st century, it's still about greed & fame
I'm about, I'm about to go insane ('bout to go insane)
Insane
Somebody call 911 and 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, son of a slave master
Oh, still running game
Yes, he still running game, y'all (oh Lord)
Yes, he is
Running game, oh, still running game, y'all
Ooh-ooh (running game, running game)
Sonny
Running game (hey, he was gonna call me that day)
Running game (he was gonna call me, you know what I'm sayin', haha whoo)
(I need two drinks and um, bring them something too)
(You know, yeah, my hustle is strong)