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    [ VERSE 1 ]  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 ki'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 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 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    [ VERSE 2 ]  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    [ VERSE 3 ]  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    [ VERSE 4 ]  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