What Had Happened?

What had been had happened, say what?

Dyin' to be tryin' but comfy in the cut. See I be

gettin' four from the score, plus three more

and I'll be damned if you treat me like some

whore. I be fun lovin', money makin', record

breakin', milk shakin', drug takin', never

fakin', end of statement. Crime don't pay but

its off the books, all the taxes I pay, goes

straight to crooks. Back to what had

happened, I was chillin' round the way with a

woman in her thirties and a nice Montrochet. I

be like they be when they be out in Westberry,

uneccecary with the wisecrack commentary.

They don't understand, if they keep buildin'

cars, I'll keep burning them and leavin' them

scars. But thats what happens when you lost

your mind, talkin' out of school puts you back

behind it.

What had happened?

Livin' it up, baby, layin' it down, constables

chasin' me from town to town. Like Nino

Brown takin' over the Carter, cash money boy,

and I ain't your father. Fun lovin' is my name,

lovin' is my game, never laid no blame, never

walked in shame, never known to play. People

askin' why? Why he dress so fly, why he with

the dime, why he havin' fun all of the time? Its

because I rock when I rock and I rock when

I'm not, so I'm hot when I'm not, that's why.

Chillin' chillin' Jacob Dylan, tastes great but

I'm not less fillin'. They broke up the party

when they let one fly, promoter's in the corner

with some guy, askin' why? Live and direct

from the passenger side, open up baby, just

one more time.

What had happened?