Lyrics

("Please leave a message so I know what had happened...") What happened had happened? Huh? Say what? Dying to be trying but comfy in the cut See I be getting four from the score, plus three more And I'll be damned if you treat me like a whore I be fun lovin', money makin', record breakin' Milk shakin', drug takin', never fakin', end of statement Crime don't pay, but it's off the books All the taxes I pay goes straight to crooks Now back to what had happened I was chillin' round the way with a woman In her thirties and a nice Montrachet See, I be like they be when they be out in Westbury Unnecessary with the wisecrack commentary They don't understand, if they keep making cars I'll keep burning them and leaving them scars But thats what happens when you lost your mind Talkin' out of school puts you back behind it What had happened? Living it up, baby, laying it down Constables chasing me from town to town Like Nino Brown taking 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 asking why? Why he dress so fly? Why he with a dime? Why he having fun all of the time? It's 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' Jakob 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, asking 'why?' Live and direct from the passenger side Open up, baby, just one more time What had happened? (Give 'em a little something extra)