P.O.D. - Somethings Goin On Lyrics

f/ Rick Ross, Trick Daddy



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[Chorus: woman singing]

And I can see it in my eyes won't be long

But I'm gonna drop the bomb and its goin on

Cuz for the longest the world has been waitin

So theres gonna be so many and some playa hatin

Cuz something's goin on

P.O.D.'s got it goin on



[P.O.D.]

Biographies of a capel status, runnin apperatus

Entire industry lookin at us

Memouaires of a, Don figga, numba one nigga

Had you on the run nigga, stackin funds nigga

We go on the road, when the you jiggy you know

Paroles in ya nose, the bigga the shows, the bigga the dough

Skeelo on the dea-ol, sell em like a kilo

For every gram I slam its comin back to jam

Brown skin 6, 4 entrapanuer, on a six month tour

Bonjour for sure, i, kick down doors, dig down hoes

Tha P.O. givin you more than what'chu bargained for

My diamonds shine and they glisten, they glisten n shine

Them boys comin through with a raw ass rhyme

For soul and barsenole the biggest dome in rome

P.O.D. got it goin on



[Chorus: woman singing]

And I can see it in my eyes won't be long

Cuz something's goin on

P.O.D.'s got it goin on



[Trick Daddy]

I'm representin fo the niggaz that'll get it

Got it and go wit it, say they name but theres too damn many

That wanna get on this thug shit

See god for the thugs too, thas for me him n you

Go head thug on do ya thing boy

Its your life but dont take it for a game boy

Aint no caviar dealer for the daddy dollaz

I'd ratha eat chicken wings n collaz

Rather drive my impala, smokin popbala

King of miami me mista dolla

I be thinkin about runnin for mayor boy look here

If I win that shit change round here

First i'mma buy me a boat an' legalize dope

??? bag a weed ??? cut ??? smoke

Every nigga get high thats a change thats right

And everything in the hood be sittin on dubs

Its goin on!



[Chorus: woman singing]

Cuz somethings goin on

P.O.D.'s got it goin on

Cuz somethings goin on

P.O.D.'s got it goin on



[Rick Ross]

When you wit the don sip don

Came a long way used to be big duns on six one

Now its all love, keep it real together

For once shit, we can eat a meal together

Squash the rumors I'm on the dock wit cubans

Betta than cop platoona watch me move em

Rick Ross cool still spittin the hot

Had the coup four months still missin the top

before we leave the beach ride dick in a drop

We pop pills in the club sip crys on the rocks

Ya'll on the dance floor throwin bow's like Ludacris

I'm at the bar blowin lude on crys

Respect the hot boys but we cool in the game

Put a tool in ya frame, I'm at the Eben Rock in the pool with a dame

Ask who stack the chain, Carol City cartel came to crack the games



[Chorus: woman singing]

And I can see it in my eyes won't be long

But I'm gonna drop the bomb and its goin on

But for the longest the world has been waitin

So theres gonna be some many and some playa hatin

Cuz something's goin on

P.O.D.'s got it goin on