Various Artists - What's Going On lyrics

Yeah Been a hard day It ain't nuttin but a war poppin off in the hood Intro/Chorus: What's really going on? A n***a barely holding on What really goes on when you can't hold on It's so wrong when the love is gone (Don't f** around in downtown L.A.) The kingpin keeps shippin yea, me I stay Mashin, I'm laughin off da petty Eyes heavy, puffin my resi, God help me Can y'all tell me something this good? Now it's Black Caesar bumpin in the hood Peace to Tacktown, clowns, where you at now? Fools is ready to lay the smack down I just lay this bomb a** rap down True armageddon thugs, hear the spray, heaven's love They might try to lace us with seven slugs Word, cos the truth up in my sentence How we gon' send sh** on sunny days of independance? Witness how my game goes, don't play no's Who think my game low cos we rockin the same clothes Relax and flame ol' bud while 2-0-6 bend My click's in, thoughts, they summon up Egyptians Mixed in with the thug pact But them same thugs that gave you love back, put scherm in your bud sack They got your a** wet, wit Teks Took your last breath, open your chest, now put you past flesh Why's that? Blacks train to k** they own kind I'm goin, why? Fit this tap up on momma's phoneline Crime infested ghetto, rats and roaches Fools act loc and go get the gas to roll wit Chorus Hey suppose you was chose to blossom like a rose Flossin on Vogues, everything was solid gold Hittin cruise control, everybody lose control Peep game like Keith, man, I be the most beautiful Special with K-ajun celebration Black is radiance, from Wes Craven, get your chest caved in Black Jesus, crews, cadillac and Mac divas Hot like Gallactica, so what's happenin? What? More streetwiser than Kaiser Sosa, no way, Jose Can you f** with my hustle forte It's more ways than one, more than a hundred and one dalmations Better get with this gang affiliation Pain, you're really facin, you ain't bein your brother's keeper How long does it take for love to reach ya? Too late, you in a deep sleeper, the Grim Reaper creeper We just lay in the cut, blazin it up (b**h) Chorus (x2) I'm hollerin bout peace while y'all increase the crime rate Rats smackin on blind dates, homey lost in a mindstate Up to Grind Lake, well this smoker's bangin for deals Juli school him on life, try to tell him heaven is real But ?????? still, they mischemin the creeper Black Caesar blaze a sack, gave em daps, hold on that Jesus We just in this rollercoaster, a soldier toaster Left the little locs a-dead on the sofa, the drama's closer If momma choke up, bet this what the game is worth Explain the pain, it hurts, bendin the n***as since I came to Earth Slang some work and makin money dat the Gz earn Rookies digest the process slow as my trees burn C's, *?Worm?* and Juli heat up the climate I'm that one shinin, reflectin off Willie's diamond Designin hoods, crept on without the teflon This plain resident left Georgia early like Stefan Got chrome by the ozones The homies pluggin me wit two 50's, take it wit me and see what goes on What goes on (Can they feel me?) Chorus (x2) Outro: Puttin it down for the T-town Black Caesar, barely holdin on It's all wrong when the love is gone