What Goes On

Yeah This one goes out to all the true nuccas everywhere Word up Big shots to my brother Jetta Big Mal I represent all them shorties universal Word up son No doubt Now check it out [ VERSE 1 ] It don't be nobody but that rugged shorty Fuck a 40 if I can sip Hennessy by the quartie W-e-e-d spells relief No dutchie, twist mines in a ( ? ), let's steam, chief I goes to the extreme, so proceed me with caution That dime bag you left me last night, I burned this mornin So what up, nucca, what be left of yo stash? I hope you hittin ass better than that blunt you pass It's gettin deep, I'm goin farther But I peeped you puffin ganja, three L's left you traumin And what be up with that 'Uh, I'll spark that tree'? I hope you ain't a nucca that's gon' fold on me, B I wanna burn with you all night, then get live Or we can blow up with that Sega, put in that Madden 95 And keep yo conversation short if yo cash is Don't promise me lavish gifts and can't pull through Yo gear, you gots to be a freshly-dipped nucca From your Helly Hansen jacket down to the Hilfiger boxers Word up son No doubt Heather B representin for all the shorties out here [ Chorus ] What goes on, nucca, what be up (What goes on, what goes on) [ VERSE 2 ] And there'll be no hand-holdin till the lah gets rolled Keep yo steelo real so no lies get told Glassy eyes, my Timbos, they beige and untied Levi's with no crease, Colombia hair band circle in my dome piece Real nuccas love they hood to the fullest, let no man violate Fatigue-wearin, chest-bearin, gettin cheese out of state Niggas got the block sewn up Infiltrators want yo spot blown up Yo, you hit if you slip, God, jewel piece is shinin Yo shorty love her diamonds You stressin just to keep your shorty fly, I'm told Fools gold you hold, let the snitches and the bitches go One of them bound to be yo trip up north Nigga glad to see you hype, shorty promise she gon' write Funny how fate make a nigga wanna see whole No snakes in yo pit and no bulls in yo shit Is the only way respect gon' follow yo name Nucca, what goes up, nucca, what be up Word life son On the real [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 ] And when were you when my lights went out And my moms put me out and I slept on the couch Check this out, I need no new friends, son I runs with the nuccas that been down since day one No gravy train ridin on these tracks And fuck all them jacks that's down after the fact Just me and my wagon cause there's no draggin Dickriders along, they won't miss me when I'm gone Shorty starin down to my shoelace You gets the screw face, I heard all yo gossip Jeru told you you can't stop a prophet Now make sure yo topic is up to date I'm spittin back at those doubters that spit at me They forgot Heather B would eventually shine Nucca, what goes up, nucca, what be up (What goes on, what goes on) [ Chorus ]