What Had Happened

("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)