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Ice‐T - VI: Return of the Real - Where the Shit Goes Down
VI: Return of the Real
01. Pimp Anthem
02. Where the Shit Goes Down
03. Bouncin’ Down the Strezeet
04. Return of the Real
05. I Must Stand
06. Alotta Niggas (insert)
07. Rap Game’s Hijacked
08. How Does It Feel
09. The Lane
10. Rap Is Fake (insert)
11. Make the Loot Loop
12. Syndicate 4 Ever
13. The 5th
14. It’s Goin’ Down (insert)
15. They Want Me Back In
16. Inside of a Gangsta
17. Forced to Do Dirt
18. Haters (insert)
19. Cramp Your Style
20. Real (insert)
21. Dear Homie
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!
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 kg'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 forty 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 G'sss
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
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
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
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!