What Goes On

[Intro: 2Pac]

Mouse Man and The Wycked!

Yo, check this out

I need a verse from each of y'all and I'mma do a verse

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[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Mama raised me crazy, critics should've killed me as a baby

'Cause now I'm 21, you can't fade me

Yeah, 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 boomin' at your 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 fiend's titty

Testin' 1, 2 , testin' 1, 2

Get a grip, bitch, come and get a whiff of this old slick shit

You think ya movin', but ya dreamin'

Nigga, "Oaktown! Oaktown!" is what they screamin'

Uh, I'm doin' flicks, gettin' rich, fuck the Grammys

Hand on my jammy, word to granny

What goes on?

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[Verse 2: Wycked]

I gotta ask y'all a question:

What's the point of a nigga steppin' to the front if ya plan is on 'fessing?

I guess that some niggas don't know

Frontin' like a bitch'll have ya size double-cut low

I know a bro who stuck like Chuck in the middle of some shit

Always over grip

Scratch'll make a nigga kill his momma

Pimp his son, step to his boy with a gun and it stunned

Me to think, that I could be a goner

Victim of an old school OC from the corner

I remember the days you used to meet me by the school

Playin' flies up

But, now, my niggas beggin' wit' a cup

So, when I got paid, I hit 'em off well

My old school G will lie for me or go to jail

But when it came time to show his true color

He was ghost and I was lyin' in the gutter

Ayo, now what's goin' on

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[Verse 3: Mouse Man]

The funk is on, all day and all night long, poppin' cops

'Til they drop, sideways to the next spot

Got my UZ' thang, extra clip

In case some punk bitch wanna rip, he can get some of this

I duck and dodge longer than fifty niggas deeps in Jeeps

Smokin' marijuana, rather die than be dishonored

Bustin' left at the precinct, lights down low

Peelin' caps, so they know who's in control

Love to see 'em on their toes

Ra-ta-tat-ta-tat goes my TEC-9

You can barely miss with this, it's payin' 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, wish Rodney had a fo-fo

Smokin' cops like indo

So, then, maybe their friends know

Straight outta Oakland, put with 'em, smokin' 'em, make no joke wit' 'em

Jackin' 'til the break of dawn

That's what really goes on

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Dope fiends titty (tell me)

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

That's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me

What goes on in the city?

Colder than a dope fiend's titty

Can you tell me?