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Tytuł: Where the Shit Goes Down

  • Wykonawca: Ice-t
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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