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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

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