Da Fuck Goin On Video (MV)

Yo, Redman a OG in the game, boy, I still got it
A bad MF, like Samuel wallet
I go postal out a Cadillac
Hit 'em wit' the un-positive K, I ain't havin' that
I flip modes and rampage your zip codes
Out a trench coat, I'm heavier than Clinchco
The hemp smoke be my first love
I stayed around that purp, nigga like Wendy and Lisa
Yeah, in '89 I sold grams (how much, nigga?)
And now, I sign women implants (yeah)
Doc keep a attitude, hate him or like him
Wolf tickets can't be sold, I'm half likin'
I do what I want on the regular
I get bread, get head, etcetera, etcetera
'90s era, versus the new content
A big difference like Bompton and Compton
Now everybody wanna light the blunt wit' me (ow)
You steal my lighter, you gon' get a buck 50 (haha)

Now what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
What the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
Yo, what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck goin' on?)
Yo, what the f*ck goin' on? (What the f*ck?)

I be on my grind
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah)
I hope I ain't use my nine (come on)
Like yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (what the f*ck?)

Now everybody throw your hands to the sky
Wave 'em all around if you smokin' that loud
Keep 'em there
Yo, Mr. Yellow run they jewels, my nigga
(Aight, niggas, y'all know what the f*ck it is)