What's Happenin' Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought 

Then them niggaz 'round the corner, come and see what we about 

But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house 

But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out 

We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe 

We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side 

He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick 

She said, "I love you, Juvenile but you know you the shit" 

I grabbed on my glock, it's where the fools hang out 

I'm only tryin' to hustle another change route 

But they ain't gettin' nothin' if I ain't on beam 

I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin' to find they own things 

Workin' with plenty for talkin' 'bout hoes 

I don't give them a penny, they comin' out they clothes 

Grabbin' on my jimmy to see if nigga swole 

Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole 

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin' 

I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin' 

Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin' 

Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin' 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin' nice 

The sub woofers bumpin', I need it in my life 

We had a couple of fellas, was stuntin' with they eyes 

We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right 

See, I ain't gotta rep 'cause they know I got chains 

You can catch me in that dro, boy that money green thang 

Get a fish and shrimp po', boy, and go sit on St. James 

I'm a playa like my ole boy that's where I get game 

Hoes start passin' 'cause they want me to see 'em 

Ain't givin' no action if they want some per diem 

And I keep a soldier rag from the am to the pm 

My heater in my lap lookin' great up in the be-M 

I know them niggaz watchin' 'cause they know that I'm buck 

But they can catch a hot one for fuckin' with a thug 

Nothin' was poppin' so we went in the club 

All the hoes started jockin' 'cause they knew who we was 

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin' 

I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin' 

Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin' 

Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin' 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

The owner wasn't trippin', he let a nigga in and 

The place was jumpin' and the hoes was grinnin' 

Not at us though, it was at the other women 

Some was butterscotch, some yellow like lemon 

Had a couple of foul ones, chicken and pigeons 

Some was kinda fine but them bitches didn't listen 

Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin' 

Put it in reverse and went back for more women 

Everybody's rollin' and you can really see it 

Look at how they scopin' for somebody to be with 

I ain't on shit and I've been G'in since the 80's 

Ain't about goin' somewhere, probably then "Beat It" 

You already knowin' the way that I'm rockin' 

If you ain't goin' then ain't nothin' poppin' 

Now I'm about to leave 'cause these niggaz eavesdroppin' 

I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it 

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin' 

I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin' 

Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin' 

Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin' 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'? 

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?