Rick Ross - Somethings Going On lyrics

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Rick Ross - Somethings Going On lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1: P.O.D.] Biographies of a capo status, runnin apperatus Entire industry lookin at us Memouaires 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 dea-ol, sell em like a kilo For every gram I slam its comin back to jam Brown skin 6, 4 entrapanuer, on a six month tour Bonjour for sure, i, kick down doors, dig down hoes Tha P.O. givin you more than what'chu bargained for My diamonds shine and they glisten, they glisten n shine Them boys comin through with a raw a** rhyme For soul and barsenole the biggest dome in rome P.O.D. got it goin on [Hook] [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] I'm representin fo the n***as that'll get it Got it and go wit it, say they name but theres too damn many That wanna get on this thug sh** See god for the thugs too, thas for me him n you Go head thug on do ya thing boy Its your life but dont take it for a game boy Ain't no caviar dealer for the Daddy Dollaz I'd ratha eat chicken wings n collaz Rather drive my impala, smokin popbala King of Miami me, Mista Dolla 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 Then a bag a weed and choke the smoke Every n***a get high thats a change thats right And everything in the hood be sittin on dubs Its goin on! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] When you wit the Don, sip dom Came a long way used to be big guns 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 Betta than cop platoona watch me move em Rick Ross, cool still spittin the hot Had the coup four months still missin the top Before we leave the beach, ride dick in a 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 lude on cris Respect the Hot Boys but we cool in the game Put a tool in ya frame, I'm at the Eden Rock in the pool with a dame Ask who stack the chain, Carol City Cartel came to crack the games [Hook]