What Goes On (In the City)

Mouse Man and The Wycked!

Yo, check this out

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

So what really goes on

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

**** the 5-0, watch for lasers

Infrared beam boomin' 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 **** fiend's titty

Testin' 1, 2 , testin' 1, 2

Get a grip, *****, come and get a whiff of this ol' slick s**t

You think ya movin', but ya dreamin'

*****, "Oaktown, Oaktown" is what they screamin'

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

Hand on my jammy, word to granny

What goes on

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I gotta ask y'all a question:

What's the point of a ***** steppin' to the front

If ya plan is on 'fessing?

And I guess that some ****** don't know

Frontin' like a ***** have ya size double-cut low

I know a bro who stuck like Chuck in the middle of some s**t

Always over grip

Scratchin' and make a ***** kill his momma

Pimp his son, step to his boy with a gun and a stun

Need 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 ****** 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 a true color

He was ghost and I was lyin' in the gutter

Ayo, now what's goin' on

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

'Til they drop, sideways to the next spot

Got my UZ hang, extra clip

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

I duck and dodge longer than fifty ****** deeps in Jeeps

Smokin' m*******a, rather die than be dishonored

Bustin' left at the precinct and leach down low

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

I'm gonna see 'em on the door

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

Can't barely miss with dip, it's payin' back time

Harder for every jail than some police and these hypocrites

Equipped to kick a *****'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, pruck 'em, smoke 'em, make no tuck wit' 'em

Jackin' 'til the break of dawn

That's what really goes on

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What goes on in the city?

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

What goes on in the city?

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