Текст песни Twiztid - Where Itz Goin Down
Twiztid - Where Itz Goin Down слова песни
[Monoxide Child]PsychopathicTwiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchetAnd only the Three-6 could match itSo uh, tell me where it`s at[Jamie Madrox]Now where it`s going down?Now where it`s at home boy?(What? What, what?!?)Now where it`s going down?Now where it`s at home boy?(What? What, what?!?)[Jamie Madrox]I ain`t the type to ask questionsI`m the type of motherfucker ready to tripOn anyone or anything all for the fuck of itWe be the underground, we stay beneathAnd suffocate hoes like you while y`all asleepNow where it`s going down, right here, right nowAnd everybody on the North, East, West and SouthY`all better get it up, y`all better represent this shitTwiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can`t fuck with it[Juicy J]You know I ride with the ? cockedQuick to make your brain popMemphis, Tenny, rollin` dirtyPolice and a road blockNiggas have to swallow drugsNiggas have to fake they mugNiggas put they seat belt onCut on the fucking cellular-phoneOn the top, we mob like GottiSippin` on subjects, havin` a partyIf you wanna cross the Three-6Seperate your soul from bodyWrap your mouth with duct tape niggaWe ain`t gonna hope you figureWhere the cats done hid the stashOr I`ll have to pull this trigga[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)[Blaze]Now where it`s at? (drive-by!)Motherfuckers claiming to be thugsCan`t see me on shitWit` chop and bananna clipsI been dead, been back (it`s like that)Ridin` dirty wit` a birdie And a throw-away in the hatchback (whooo!)Bitch, where ya black-sack?By any means trying to elevateNever underestimate the contact (don`t do it!)I put down on the mapTwiztid, Triple 6, and BlazeGo and ask them where it`s at[Gangsta Boo]I took a ?Yo, I like to split bitches` wigsSplit them to the white, fuckin` kidnap ya kidsTake that niggas wife, psych, lock you in the trunkGet so fuckin` pumped, nigga, Gangsta Boo is crunkWhat you niggas know about them Calicoes and Glocks?Shit that go pop, nigga, burnin` up ya blockFuck the fuckin` cops, call `em, I don`t give a fuckLeave you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what?[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)[DJ Paul]Let me get a nigga comin` straight wit` black-b-black hazeFuck it, I be ???, get-ge-get sprayedNiggas` eyes wide shut, they never see me comin`Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when I`m gunnin`Jiggy-jack, ??? in my carHaters keep on acting stupid but they can`t get that farGotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit` starsFuckin` niggas be my smoke, fuckin` niggas be my heart[Monoxide Child]Watch you lookin` at?I can call it from hereBeen underground wit` the dirt in my eyes for many yearsDo the math motherfuckerYou can`t see the mixWe don`t die, we multiply wit` the Triple-6Merciless, territory worldwideRidin` down your bitch-ass block, bumpin` Drive-ByBlowin` up your High RiseWe leave you trapped in the rubbleFuckin` wit` us is just trouble[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)[Lord Infamous]Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petalPop the pistol metal, Rip one wit` meDrop `em in the meadow, fuckin` wit` the devilCold, but they call me LordCoked out, very paranoidOrgys in the mornWhen Three-6 is on the vocal chordMarijuana scorched, like a torchFull of intercourseYou will feel the forceWhen the Triple-6 is on the swarmYou don`t wanna play in hereInfamous, I`m droppin` shellsTie you to the railBitch, I`ll help you make that fuckin` smell[Anybody Killa]From a gangstas point of veiwI`m asking you, how does it feel?To have the will to grab the stealAnd shoot until you killAnybody Killa`s feelin` twisted wit` the Three-6Drive-By, finger on the trigger, I`m addictedWhere`s it goin` down?I guess right here, so where ya at?Runnin` wit` a hatchet, Phantoms floatin` in the backWe put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all aroundBumpin` underground, everytime we seem to be in town[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)[Now where it`s going down?][Now where it`s at home boy?](Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)