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