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Ice-T, nigga, representin', West side, nigga
South Central in the hiddouse
Check the technique,
for my real niggas out there
Fuck all you niggas, word

Saturday in L.A., time to play
My peoples like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin' two and I wish I could carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs

Yeah, I know the feds me
But my vest clashes with the Versace
So I'm just rollin' in the black five
I used to low ride, now just for fun

I had cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up ballin' you're on the run
I got two kis in my trunk and a
Stepped on the one, so now I double

The for drama, need I say more?
Got the fat stash spot my passenger floor
That's for the strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it close, in case gets hype

Got a bitch in jail, she snitch, she did three
I'ma to roll solo till they set her free
'Cause I got some other crimeys down, true
But they got all day, so now it's me

And I'ma this slang until the day I die
I can't go straight, I won't try
I'm stuck in the game, so ask me why
life in L.A.

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass
But South Central L.A. is where the shit down

Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they on
So I hooked up with my boy, who turns phones on
He me 'bout this nigga who won't pay
He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka

So I went and got some homies I hang
Some crazy muthafuckas who I used to bang
We took a to his crib
I snatched his hoe and his kids and is what we did

I they punk ass up
I cracked the with an axe and then the phones we cut
I hurt his wife
But I promised time, that I would take her life

I shot a nigga in his for disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a
Got blood in my from a punk who squealed

Had a partner tried to play me and his cap, I
Now I rest my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a sleeper

I low ride and I sag and
I my face with the rag and bust
New York and are some down-ass towns
But Central L.A. is where my shit goes down

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
Frisco and Oakland are some towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes

I used to sling water, you could float a boat
You could ski on the mountains of fuckin'
But now, niggas serve chronic
So I let 'em check the bank and I'm all up on it

I serve 'em with a hoe
In a week, they tell my bitches 'bout all they
Then I and I kill
The jack's for the money, the for thrills

I got nine thousand blacks that still crack
Got a bitch who works the too, on the track
Got a GTA connection and I for jewels
Got some little kids that move my dope in schools

Got for arrest in about twenty states
Got a body count than fuckin' Norman Bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, supreme
I'm livin' out the hustler

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face with the rag and
Houston and Atlanta are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is that shit goes down

Tonight, I gotta meet nigga from around the way
say he's cool, I think he's DEA
He said he want it bad, he that I got it good
I bagged up ten kis of and met him in the hood

I met him at my spot, 'cause I it's cool
Pat him down on to remove his tool
I made him ten niggas he should know
But that still shit in the game of blow

He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the
He for that briefcase too fast
A fuckin' pig, yo, he he had the chump
I had my nigga in the with a bull pump

And now there's fuckin' body all on the floor
But that's the shovel's for

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
and Miami are some down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where my goes down

I low and I sag and cuss
I my face with the rag and bust
Detroit and Chicago are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where shit goes down

I low and I sag and cuss
I my face with the rag and bust
D.C. and Cleveland are some towns
But South L.A. is where the shit goes down

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
I know all my niggas live in down-ass
But South L.A. is where my shit goes down