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Ice-t lyrics 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 Other Ice-t lyrics: Freedom of Speech lyrics The Girl Tried to Kill Me lyrics Hit the Deck lyrics The Hunted Child lyrics The Iceberg lyrics Lethal Weapon lyrics Peel Their Caps Back lyrics You Played Yourself lyrics Shut Up, Be Happy lyrics This One's For Me lyrics 99 Problems lyrics Addicted to Danger lyrics I Ain't New Ta This lyrics G Style lyrics Gotta Lotta Love lyrics Home Invasion lyrics That's How I'm Livin lyrics Ice M.F. 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