Da Fuck Goin On Songtext
von Redman

Yo, Redman a OG in the game, boy, I still got it
A bag of meth like Samuel L. wallet (ow)
I go postal out of Cadillac
Hit ′em with 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 Klitschko
The hemp smoke be my first love
I stayed around that perp 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 ′em or like ′em
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 with me (ow)
You steal my lighter, you gon′ get a buck 50

Now what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin′ on?)
Now what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on? Yeah)
Now what the fuck goin′ on? (What the fuck goin′ on?)
Now what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck? Let′s go)

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 fuck?)

Now everybody throw your hands to the sky
Wave ′em all around if you smokin' that loud
Keep ′em there

Yo, Mr. Yellow, run they jewels, my nigga
Alright, niggas, y'all know what the fuck it is