Текст песни Ice-T -  Where the Shit Goes Down   
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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