Da F**k Goin On

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, ****, like Wendy and Lisa

Yeah, in '89, I sold grams (How much, ****?)

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 fifty (Haha)

Now, what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)

Yo, what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)

Yo, now, what the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck goin' on?)

Yo, what the fuck goin' on? (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're smokin' that loud

Keep 'em there

Yo, Mr. Yellow, run they jewels, my ****

(Alright, ****, y'all know what the fuck it is)