Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down    (B-Real)  Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat   Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac   Still got my homies to watch my back   And they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat   That's why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin   They follow a hollow point shells hard ta swallow   Why wallow when ya come ta roll on I put tha clip   An dust bring ya ass on  Kickin dust on ya head as tha gat busts my grip surrounded   I'm about ta get rushed I brushed wit death   How many shells stuffed in my closet (???)     (Chorus)  (B-Real)  When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)   When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)   When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)   When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)     Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down    (B-Real)  I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock   And tha rest of tha gats as I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest BOOM   I think I got one to tha chest hot damn I didn't want to kill a man   Shit I still stand tall with tha hill clan y'all   Better stand back niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam   Get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham     (Chorus)  (B-Real)  When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)  When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)   When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)  When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)    Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down  Goin down, goin down