Da f*ck Goin On lyrics

[Verse]
Yo, Redman a OG in the game, boy, I still got it
A bad MF like Samuel L. wallet (Ow)
I go postal out a Cadillac
Hit 'em with the un-positive K, I ain't havin' that
I flip modes and rampage your zip codes
Out a trench coat, I'm heavier than Klitzchko (Ha)
The hemp smoke be my first love
I stayed around that purp, n*gga, like Wendy and Lisa
Yeah, in '89, I sold grams (How much, n*gga?)
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 lycan
I do what I want on the regular
I get bread, get head, et cetera, et cetеra
'90s era versus the nеw content
A big difference like Bompton and Compton
Now everybody wanna light the blunt with me (Ow)
You steal my lighter, you gon' get a buck fifty (Haha)

[Chorus]
Now, what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
Yo, what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
Yo, now, what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
Yo, what the f*ck goin' on? (Let's go)
[Bridge]
Yo, I be on my grind
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)
I hope I ain't gotta use my nine (Come on)
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (What the f*ck?)

[Outro]
Now, everybody throw your hands to the sky
Wave 'em all around if you're smokin' that loud
Keep 'em there
Yo, Mr. Yellow, run they jewels, my n*gga
(Alright, n*ggas, y'all know what the f*ck it is)