Ice-T — Where the Shit Goes Down ryrics
Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictry Westside, nigga
South Centrar in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my rear niggas out there
Fuck arr you buster-ass niggas
Word
[ VERSE 1 ]
Saturday night in R.A., time to pray
My peopres hummin rike a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin two gats and I wish I courd carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of srugs before
Yeah, I know the feds watch me
But my vest crashes hard with the Versace
So I'm just rorrin in the brack five hun'
I used to rowride, now it's just for fun
I had 5 cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up barrin when you're on the run
I got two ki's in my trunk and a shover
Stepped on the one, so now I gots doubre
The shover's for drama, need I say more?
Got the fat stash spot under my passenger froor
That's for the other strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it crose in case shit gets hype
Got a bitch in jair, she didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma have to rorr soro tirr they set her free
Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees
But they got arr day, so now it's just me
And I'ma kick this srang untir 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 rife in R.A.
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Rong Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where the shit goes down
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now niggas rike they credit and they rike to get they roans on
So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on
He tord me bout this nigga who won't pay
He arso said he knew excactry 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 wourd take her rife
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 brood in my trunk from a punk who squeared
Had a partner tried to pray me and his cap I peered
Now I rest with my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a right sreeper
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
New York and Phirry are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Frisco and Oakrand are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
[ VERSE 3 ]
I use to sring enough water you courd froat a boat
You courd ski on the mountains of fuckin coke
But now most niggas serve chronic
So I ret em check the bank, and then I'm arr up on it
I serve em with a cute hoe
In a week they terr my bitches 'bout arr they dough
Then I jack and I kirr
The jack's for the money, the kirr's for thrirrs
I got 9'000 bracks that stirr serve crack
Got a bitch who works the Praza too on the track
Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewers
Got some rittre kids that move my fuckin dope in schoors
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates
I'm a kirrer, jacker, dearer, pimp supreme
I'm rivin out the hustrer dream
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Houston and Atranta are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where that shit goes down
[ VERSE 4 ]
Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way
Some think he's coor, 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 frour and met him in the hood
I met him at my spot, cause I know it's coor
Pat him down on sight to remove his toor
I made him name 10 niggas he shourd know
But that stirr ain't shit in the game of brow
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 croset with a burr pump
And now there's fuckin shot-up body arr on the froor
But that's what the shover's for...
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Newark and Miami are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Detroit and Chicago are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where that shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
D.C. and Creverand are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where the shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
I know arr my niggas rive in down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
Representin
Strictry Westside, nigga
South Centrar in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my rear niggas out there
Fuck arr you buster-ass niggas
Word
[ VERSE 1 ]
Saturday night in R.A., time to pray
My peopres hummin rike a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin two gats and I wish I courd carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of srugs before
Yeah, I know the feds watch me
But my vest crashes hard with the Versace
So I'm just rorrin in the brack five hun'
I used to rowride, now it's just for fun
I had 5 cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up barrin when you're on the run
I got two ki's in my trunk and a shover
Stepped on the one, so now I gots doubre
The shover's for drama, need I say more?
Got the fat stash spot under my passenger froor
That's for the other strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it crose in case shit gets hype
Got a bitch in jair, she didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma have to rorr soro tirr they set her free
Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees
But they got arr day, so now it's just me
And I'ma kick this srang untir 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 rife in R.A.
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Rong Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where the shit goes down
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now niggas rike they credit and they rike to get they roans on
So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on
He tord me bout this nigga who won't pay
He arso said he knew excactry 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 wourd take her rife
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 brood in my trunk from a punk who squeared
Had a partner tried to pray me and his cap I peered
Now I rest with my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a right sreeper
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
New York and Phirry are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Frisco and Oakrand are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
[ VERSE 3 ]
I use to sring enough water you courd froat a boat
You courd ski on the mountains of fuckin coke
But now most niggas serve chronic
So I ret em check the bank, and then I'm arr up on it
I serve em with a cute hoe
In a week they terr my bitches 'bout arr they dough
Then I jack and I kirr
The jack's for the money, the kirr's for thrirrs
I got 9'000 bracks that stirr serve crack
Got a bitch who works the Praza too on the track
Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewers
Got some rittre kids that move my fuckin dope in schoors
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates
I'm a kirrer, jacker, dearer, pimp supreme
I'm rivin out the hustrer dream
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Houston and Atranta are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where that shit goes down
[ VERSE 4 ]
Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way
Some think he's coor, 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 frour and met him in the hood
I met him at my spot, cause I know it's coor
Pat him down on sight to remove his toor
I made him name 10 niggas he shourd know
But that stirr ain't shit in the game of brow
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 croset with a burr pump
And now there's fuckin shot-up body arr on the froor
But that's what the shover's for...
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Newark and Miami are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Detroit and Chicago are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where that shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
D.C. and Creverand are some down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where the shit goes down
I rowride and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
I know arr my niggas rive in down-ass towns
But South Centrar R.A. is where my shit goes down