Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Happenin', artist - Juvenile. Album song Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
What's Happenin' |
Whats up everybody |
This your boy Juve The Great |
Right here with my people sinister |
And we about to take y’all back to the old school |
That old school gangster shit |
Check this shit out |
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought |
Then them niggas round the corner come and see what we about |
But we don’t know they face so we don’t want them by the house |
But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out |
We did them niggas dirty for fuckin up our vibe |
We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side |
Visited our spot this girl was on my dick |
She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit |
I grabbed on my Glock its where the fools hang out |
I’m only tryin to hustle another change route |
But they ain’t gettin nothin if I ain’t on beam |
I’mma leave them niggas sufferin to find they own things |
Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes |
I don’t give them a penny, they comin out they clothes |
Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole |
Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole |
Yes I’m thuggin Yes I’m clubbin |
I ain’t trippin on you look bitch I’m buzzin |
Hoes and niggas I’m not lovin |
Fuck what you gettin if I ain’t got nothin |
What’s happenin, what’s happenin, what’s happenin with that |
What’s happenin, what’s happenin, what’s happenin with that |
What’s happenin, what’s happenin, what’s happenin, what’s happenin |
What’s happenin, what’s happenin, what’s happenin with that |
We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice |
The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life |
We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes |
We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right |
See I ain’t gotta rep cause they know I got chains |
You can catch me in that? |
boy, that money green thang |
Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James |
I’m a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game |
Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em |
Ain’t givin no action if they want some per diem |
I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. |
to the P. M |
My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M |
I know them niggas watchin cause they know that I’m buck |
But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug |
Nothin was poppin so we went in the club |
All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was |
The owner wasn’t trippin, he let a nigga in an |
The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin |
Not at us though it was at the other women |
Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon |
Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons |
Some was kinda fine but them bitches didn’t listen |
Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin |
Put it in reverse and went back for more women |
Everybody’s rollin and you can really see it |
Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with |
I ain’t on shit and Ive been G’in since the 80's |
Ain’t about goin somewhere probably then «Beat It» |
You already knowin the way that I’m rockin |
If you anin goin then ain’t nothin poppin |
Now I’m about to leave cause these niggas eavesdroppin |
I got my heater on me now an I don’t have to cock it |