"Da Fuck Goin On" lyrics

Yo, Redman a OG in the game, boy; I still got it
A bag of meth, like Samuel L. wallet
I go postal out a Cadillac
Hit 'em wit' the un-positive K, I ain't havin' that
I flip modes and rampage your zip codes
I done trenched coat, I'm heavier than Clinchco
The hemp smoke be my first love
I stayed around that purp, nigga like, Wendy and Lisa
Yeah, in '89 I sold grams (How much, nigga?)
And now, I sign women implants (Yeah)
Doc keep a attitude, hate him or like him
Wolf tickets can't be sold, I'm half viking
I do what I want on the regular
I get bread, get head; etcetera etcetera!
'90s era, versus the new content
A big difference like Bompton and Compton
Now everybody wanna light the blunt wit' me (Oww)
You steal my lighter, you gon' get a buck 50 (Haha)

Now what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)
What the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)
Yo, what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)
Yo, what the fuck goin' on? (Let's go)

I be on my grind
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
I hope I've gotta use my nine (Come on!)
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (What the fuck)

Now everybody throw your hands to the sky
Wave 'em all around if you smokin' that lye
Keep 'em there
Yo, Mr. Yellow run they jewels, my nigga
(Aight, niggas, y'all know what the fuck it is)