Текст песни Da F**k Goin On - Redman

Yo, Redman a OG in the game, boy, I still got it
A bad MF 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
Out a trench coat, I'm heavier than Klitzchko (ha)
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 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 cetera
'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