What Happened to That Boy?
| Title | What Happened to That Boy? |
|---|---|
| Artist | Birdman |
| Album | Birdman |
| Release Date | 2002-11-26 |
| Description | A classic Birdman / Clipse coke anthem; also the song that popularized “Brrrrrrrr!” Birdman is widely rumored to have paid for the 1997 murder of the rapper Yella Boy, who was in the rap group U.N.L.V., a group Baby had released from his Cash Money label. While there are all sorts of wild theories for the motive, the most reliable-looking analysis of the rumor comes from Amoeba Music blogger Eric Brightwell, who writes: U.N.L.V. were let go from Cash Money but didn’t go quietly. Yella Boy supposedly pistol-whipped Baby and shot holes in one of his trucks as it was parked in front of the Melpomene projects. In April, after having bought some dope from a certain D-boy, Yella Boy was shot and killed in his vehicle while parked near Washington and Dryades. He was only 22 years old. Cash Money moved on. |
| Lyrics | [Intro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga, put it in the air, mo—) (Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA) NO, nigga (NO, nigga) What you smell? (Money smell) Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch) Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little'un', handle your business for me, boy [Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Whoa) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Malicious) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Yeah) [Verse 1: Malice] I heard they snitching on a player; man, say it ain't so Even as a young'un', they consigned me to blow Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an eighth to an O Word in the streets that the envy is me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely I'm known for the flip of that cocaína I'm heavy in the street like the 7-Serie' Beemer, man Hit 'em with the Nina, man Or that four-fit', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa! I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch Clipse and Cash Money—who ain't rich? Don't compare me to you, nigga; you ain't this, whoa! You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Birdman] Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga! Let's get this money!) Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes Been shitting up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch) Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (Brrr! Brrr!) Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot! The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock New whips, big chips, the Prada-Gucci shit Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips She takes my flight, she holds my weight While the Port was staked out from state to state It ain't nothing to a baller, baby Pay the cost, big money, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy [Verse 3: Pusha T] Uugh! Another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche Uugh! The rims match, of course Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them Glistening, wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer I put this on my Lord: My niece was four when she felt chinchilla I passed the chauffeur that shit That made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller" Gangster, hustler At night, still found time to kiss my mother Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so Quit your yappin' before I get to clappin' And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Outro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy There it is, nigga—there you have it (You know) Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell? VA (VA), you know? Uptown nigga (Uptown, ride out) We go anywhere with this bullshit (Anywhere with this bullshit) We flip bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker) Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga) Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trak), hundred, you know Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby) Hey nigga, I smell something! Coca leaf plants, bitch (Coca leaf plants, you under-smell? Let's get the money, biatch!) Get money, motherfucker (Biatch!) However you want it, you can get it, pimp From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga We get it how we live Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga Money thing, motherfucker |