What Happened To That Boy
Birdman · Other Songs - Birdman
Aye, aye, aye, ya
Tot' 'em up, light it up, nigga
Birdman, motherfucker
Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, what you smelt?
Coke'll leave plastic, boy
[Incomprehensible] border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm known for the flip of that Coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man
Oh, I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya 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, woh
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the busher
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci shit
But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight, she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It ain't nuttin' to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss
Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Another soul lost, had to make a shirt
Match my ox blood colored Porsche
The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord
My niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for 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 dreamin', kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Aye, aye, aye, aye
There it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know?
Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell
Aye nigga, put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell, you did this year
1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you know?
Let's get this money
Hey nigga, I smell somethin'
Coke'll leave plastic, bitch, you know?
Get money, motherfucker
However you want, it you can get it, pimp
From gangster to blood
Nigga, take it how you want it, nigga
We did it how we live
Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing, mother
Tot' 'em up, light it up, nigga
Birdman, motherfucker
Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, what you smelt?
Coke'll leave plastic, boy
[Incomprehensible] border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm known for the flip of that Coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man
Oh, I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya 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, woh
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the busher
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci shit
But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight, she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It ain't nuttin' to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss
Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Another soul lost, had to make a shirt
Match my ox blood colored Porsche
The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord
My niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for 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 dreamin', kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit
We put a clap into that boy
Aye, aye, aye, aye
There it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know?
Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell
Aye nigga, put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell, you did this year
1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you know?
Let's get this money
Hey nigga, I smell somethin'
Coke'll leave plastic, bitch, you know?
Get money, motherfucker
However you want, it you can get it, pimp
From gangster to blood
Nigga, take it how you want it, nigga
We did it how we live
Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing, mother
What Happened To That Boy
Birdman's "What Happened To That Boy" stands as a defining track within the Houston hip-hop landscape, reflecting the raw energy and street narratives characteristic of his discography. Released during a period where Birdman was solidifying his status as a key figure in Southern rap, the song captures the gritty reality of life in the city, a theme central to his artistic identity. The recording showcases his distinct vocal style, blending melodic sensibilities with the hard-hitting flow that became his signature. As part of his broader catalog of work, the track exemplifies the genre's evolution in the mid-2000s, resonating with listeners who appreciated authentic storytelling over polished production. It remains a notable song in his body of work, highlighting his ability to convey complex emotions through music that speaks directly to the experiences of his community.