paroles de chanson Where the S**t Goes Down - Ice-T

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!
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 kg'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 forty 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 G'sss
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
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
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
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!