Rick Ross - Something's Goin' On lyrics

[Hook: woman singing] And I can see it in my eyes won't be long But I'm gonna drop the bomb and its goin on Cuz for the longest the world has been waitin So theres gonna be so many and some playa hatin Cuz something's goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on [P.O.D.] Biographies of a capo status, rappin apperatus Entire industry lookin at us Memoirs of a don figga, numba one n***a Had you on the run n***a, stackin funds n***a We go on the road, when the you jiggy you know Paroles in ya nose, the bigga the shows, the bigga the dough Skeelo on the d-low, sell em like a kilo For every gram I slam its comin back to jam Brown skin 6'4" entrepreneur On a six month tour, bonjour for sure I kick down doors, dick down hoes The P.O. giving you more than what'chu bargained for My diamonds shine and they glisten, they glisten n they shine Them bottom boys coming through with a raw a** rhyme For soul and Barcelon' the biggest dome in Rome P.O.D. got it goin on [Hook: woman singing] And I can see it in my eyes won't be long Cuz something's goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on [Trick Daddy] I'm representing fo the n***a that'll get it Got it and go wit it, wanna say they name but theres too damn many That wanna get on this thug sh** See god for the thugs too, that's for me him n you Go head, thug on, do ya thing boy Its your life but don't take it for a game boy Ain't no caviar dealer for the daddy dollaz I'd rather eat chicken wings n collaz Rather drive my impala, smoke and pop bottles King of miami be chasing dollars I be thinkin about runnin for mayor boy look here If I win that sh** change round here First i'mma buy me a boat an' legalize dope ??? bag a weed ??? cut ??? smoke Every n***a get high thats a change thats right And everything in the hood be sittin on dubs Its goin on! [Hook: woman singing] Cuz somethings goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on Cuz somethings goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on [Rick Ross] When you wit the don sip dom, came a long way Used to be big duns on six one Now its all love, keep it real together For once sh**, we can eat a meal together Squash the rumors I'm on the dock wit Cubans Bet I ain't cop a tuna watch me move em Rick Ross cool still spittin the hot Had the coupe four months still missin the top Before we leave the beach she ride dick in the drop We pop pills in the club sip Cris on the rocks Ya'll on the dance floor throwin bow's like Ludacris I'm at the bar blowin loot on Cris Respect the hot boys but we cool in the game Put a tool in ya frame, I'm at the Eben Rock in the pool with a dame Ask who stack the change Carol City cartel came to crack the game [Hook: woman singing] And I can see it in my eyes won't be long But I'm gonna drop the bomb and its goin on But for the longest the world has been waitin So theres gonna be some many and some playa hatin Cuz something's goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on