where the shit goes down lyrics

Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, 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 low ride, now it's just for fun

I had five cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up ballin' when you're on the run
I got two kis 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 low ride 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 exactly 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 low ride 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 low ride 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 used 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 nine thousand 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 twenty 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 low ride 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 say 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 kis 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 ten 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 low ride 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 low ride 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 low ride 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 low ride 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