ICE-T - Where the Shit Goes Down

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    ICE-T LYRICS
    
    "Where the Shit Goes Down"
    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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