ice-t - where the shit goes down 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