2Pac - What goes on

Mama raised me crazy, critics should have killed me as a baby.
'Cause now I'm 21 they can't fade me.
Yea, I'm gettin' major paid, check my pager, poppin' mo' game than a Sega,
Sharp as a raza, rollin' Cherokee not a blazer.
Fuck the 50, watch for lazers, infrared beam moving ya dome 'cause it's on one,
Shot from the Glock and he's gone.
Tell me what goes on in the city.
Word, that's colder than a dope fiend's titty.
Testing 1-2, testing 1-2, get a grip bitch, come get a whiff of this old slick shit.
You think ya movin' but ya dreamin'.
Nigga Oaktown, Oaktown's what they screamin'.
I'm gettin' rich, doin' flicks, fuck the Grammys, hand on my jammy, word to granny.
What goes ooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn!