Текст песни Mad Skillz - It`s Goin Down
Mad Skillz - It`s Goin Down слова песни
(chorus)It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin downI be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectivesRappers couldn`t see me, they hide it fucking detectivesCheck this when I flex this, put it on pointThat nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due jointIm still paying deuce and saying cruiseStill geting up at niggaz asses like that little brothers UnderudceShoes haotatin` in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches like Dano KarigesAt partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fightSo when they play some reggae keep happerseein` to the rightRigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitchSeein` thous of body, whitin no infron of meV.A running shit, you best be believe itIf Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin`Hit me with a tound when I come to ya townWhen you see my face, you know it`s about to go down(chorus)It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin downNow if I told one time. I told you before childYou can`t toutch one kid, who got two billons stylesMean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheetingIm destend to find new ways so ill MC`sAnd Im real with this, I come of like a scatIt`s the dread heads checking for repesenting north addKids pack tacs, I pack technicsLyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetzFreezby aient, niggaz be trying But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyinI wrote the rhyme n` wrote the next rappers backSo before you run up in my face, foe, remember thatAnd dance in the art n` main tainA rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it`s swingingNot yo bond MC`s, don`t aim to ever roundAnd bust off like four poundNow bust how they go down(chourus)It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin downYo, my sex and be mic checking and MC deckingYou can buck me I ain`t contryI never said I wreck it (true)So wack MC`s chill with defesistnts Cause the minist that I freestylecan probably shoop n` your entistntsI make beats to stortRappers be getting courtI swear all MC`s be sampling my fucking thoughtsIt`s on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin` at your showNa, nigga I boo be check your microphoneDroping rappers and black hole, hell and head n`, pull n` girls of smorelike Pam Grier, seveny sevenYou can`t work a verse, pass itWhen I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din JackinsThinking they asking, lyricle breaking backsMy shit is hot, my reggae come, shouldn`t be fucking prengsing wacks(You don`t repesent nigga)Nigga hide that soundCheck your battle stats, cause it`s about to go down(chorus)It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby,It`s goin down,It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down baby, It`s goin down