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Viewing Lyrics for Where the Shit Goes Down:
| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | VI - Return of the Real | | Track: | Where the Shit Goes Down | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 148 | | | | Lyrics: | Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictly Westside, nigga
South Central in the muthafuckin
hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas out there
Fuck all
you buster-ass niggas
Word
[ VERSE 1 ]
Saturday night in L.A., time to
play
My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin two gats and I
wish I could carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before
Yeah, I know the
feds watch me
But my vest clashes hard with the Versace
So I'm just rollin in the black
five hun'
I used to lowride, now it's just for fun
I had 5 cars, but now I got
one
Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run
I got two ki's in my trunk and a
shovel
Stepped on the one, so now I gots double
The shovel's for drama, need I say
more?
Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor
That's for the other strap, the
automatic type
I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype
Got a bitch in jail, she
didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free
Cause I got
some other crimeys down, true gees
But they got all day, so now it's just me
And I'ma kick
this slang until the day I die
I can't go straight, I won't even try
I'm stuck in the
game, so don't ask me why
It's life in L.A.
I lowride and I sag and cuss
I
cover my face with the rag and bust
Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns
But
South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now niggas like they
credit and they like to get they loans on
So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones
on
He told me bout this nigga who won't pay
He also said he knew excactly where the
muthafucka stay
So I went and got some homies I hang with
Some crazy muthafuckas who I
used to bang with
We took a trip to his crib
I snatched his hoe and his kids, and this is
what we did
I tied they punk ass up
I cracked the safe with an axe, and then the phones we
cut
I didn't hurt his wife
But I promised next time that I would take her life
I shot
a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a
party
Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
Had a partner tried to play me and
his cap I peeled
Now I rest with my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a light
sleeper
I lowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
New
York and Philly are some down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes
down
I lowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Frisco
and Oakland are some down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes
down
[ VERSE 3 ]
I use to sling enough water you could float a boat
You could
ski on the mountains of fuckin coke
But now most niggas serve chronic
So I let em check
the bank, and then I'm all up on it
I serve em with a cute hoe
In a week they tell my
bitches 'bout all they dough
Then I jack and I kill
The jack's for the money, the kill's
for thrills
I got 9'000 blacks that still serve crack
Got a bitch who works the Plaza too
on the track
Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewels
Got some little kids that move my
fuckin dope in schools
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count
than fuckin Norman Bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme
I'm livin out the
hustler dream
I lowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and
bust
Houston and Atlanta are some down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where that shit
goes down
[ VERSE 4 ]
Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way
Some
think he's cool, I think he's DEA
He said he want it bad, he heard that I got it good
I
bagged up ten ki's of flour and met him in the hood
I met him at my spot, cause I know it's
cool
Pat him down on sight to remove his tool
I made him name 10 niggas he should
know
But that still ain't shit in the game of blow
He asked to see the dope, I asked to
see the cash
He reached for that briefcase too fast
A fuckin pig, yo, he thought he had
the chump
I had my nigga in the closet with a bull pump
And now there's fuckin shot-up
body all on the floor
But that's what the shovel's for...
I lowride and I sag and
cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Newark and Miami are some down-ass
towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down
I lowride and I sag and
cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Detroit and Chicago are some down-ass
towns
But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down
I lowride and I sag and
cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass
towns
But South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down
I lowride and I sag and
cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
I know all my niggas live in down-ass
towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down
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