Mouse Man - What Goes On (unreleased) lyrics

[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 [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [Verse 1: 2Pac] Mama raised me crazy Critics should've k**ed 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 f** 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 dope fiend's titty Testin' 1, 2 , testin' 1, 2 Get a grip, b**h, come and get a whiff of this old slick sh** You think ya movin', but ya dreamin' n***a, "Oaktown, Oaktown" is what they screamin' Uh, I'm doin' flicks, gettin' rich, f** the Grammys Hand on my jammy, word to granny What goes on [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [Verse 2: The Wycked] I gotta ask y'all a question: What's the point of a n***a steppin' to the front If ya plan is on 'fessing? And I guess that some n***as don't know Frontin' like a b**h have ya size double-cut low I know a bro who stuck like Chuck in the middle of some sh** Always over grip Scratchin' and make a n***a k** 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 n***as 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 [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [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 hang, extra clip In case some punk b**h wanna rip, he can get some of this I duck and dodge longer than fifty n***as deeps in Jeeps Smokin' marijuana, 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 n***a's a**, 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 [Chorus + Outro: sample and back-voicing] So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on 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?