Letra de Da Fuck Goin On
Yo, Red Man or OG in the game, boy, I still got it I'm bad in meth like Samuel Wallet I go post through outta Cadillac Hit him with the un-positive K, I ain't havin' that I flip modes and rampage a zip code On a trench coat, I'm heavier than Klitschko The hemp smoke be my first love I stayed around that perp nigga like Wendy and LisaYeah, in 89 I sold Grams And now I sign women in plants Dot keeper attitude, hate 'em or like 'em Wolf tickets can't be sold, I'm half likin' I do what I want on the regular I get brand, get hit, etcetera, etcetera 90s era versus the new content A big difference like Bombthin' and Compton Now everybody wanna light the blunt with me You steal my lighter, you gon' get a buck 50Now what the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? Now what the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck?)I'll be on my grind Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I hope I ain't gotta use my nine Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now everybody throw your hands to the sky Wave them all around if you're smokin' that loud Keep them thereYo, Mr. Yellow, run they Jews, my nigga Alright, niggas, y'all know what the fuck it is