What Goes On Songtext
von 2Pac

Mouse Man and The Wycked
Yo check this out
I need verse from each of y′all and I'mma do a verse
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on

Mama raised me crazy
Critics should′ve killed me as a baby
Cause now I'm 21, they can't fade me

See ya, I′m gettin′ major paid, check my pager
Poppin' mo′ game than a Sega
Sharp as a razor
Rollin' cherokee and not a blazer
Fuck the 5-0, watch for lasers
Infrared beam moving at ya dome ′cause it's on
One shot from the Glock and he′s gone


Tell me what goes on in the city
That's colder than a dope fiends titty
Testing one, two, testing one, two
Get a grip bitch, come and get a whiff of this old slick shit

You think ya movin' but ya dreamin′
Nigga Oaktown, Oaktown′s what they screamin'
Uh, I′m doin' flicks, gettin′ rich, fuck the Grammys
Hand on my jammy word to granny
What goes on

So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on


I gotta ask y'all a question
What′s the point of nigga steppin'
To the front if ya plan is so defencing
I guess that some niggas don't know
Frontin′ like a bitch have ya size double cut low
I know a bro who stuck like chuck in the middle of some shit
Always off the grid
Scratching and make nigga kill his momma
Pimp his son, step to his boy with a gun and a stun
Meet to the that I can be a coroner
Victim of the old school I from the corner
I remember the days
You used to meet me by the school playin′ flaza
But now my niggas bangin' with the cups
So when I got paid I hit em off wealth
My old school G all around me I go to jail
But when it came time to show a true color
He was ghost and I was lyin′ in the gutter
Yo now whats going on

So what really goes on (what's going on)
So what really goes on
So what really goes on (what′s going on)
So what really goes on

The funk is on, all the day and all night, long poppin' cops
To they chop, side-waist to the next spot
Got my uz hang, extra clip, in case some punk bitch
Wanna rip, beg to get some of this
I duck and tossin′ long than fifty niggas deeps in Jeeps
Smokin' marijuana rather die than be
Bustin' left at the precinct, and leach down low
Peelin′ cap, so they know, who′s in control
I'm gonna see ′em on the door
Ra ta tat, ta ta was my Tec-9
Can't barely miss with dip, it′s being back time
Harder for every jail than some police and these hypocrites
Equipped to kick a nigga's ass, hit the drop, move a hat quick
Shoot a cop for every blow is ridin′ and had a fo-fo, smoking cops like indo'
So then maybe their friends know
Straight outta Oaktown pruck 'em, smoke ′em make no tuck wit ′em
Jackin' til the break of dawn
That′s really goes on

So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on
So what really goes on

Dope fiends titty (tell me)
What goes on in the city, that's colder than a dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, that′s colder than a dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, that's colder than a dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, that′s colder than a dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, that's colder than dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, that's colder than dope fiends titty, tell me
What goes on in the city, colder than a dope fiends city (can you tell me)