Where The Shit Goes Down Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - 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 

[ 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