Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Going Down , by - Celly Cel. Release date: 16.01.2008
Song language: English
It's Going Down |
| It’s goin’down tonight, you know I gots to go get fitted |
| Hit the mall to get it, then I stop to get my hair |
| Twisted up in pony tails |
| Then sell a bill, back to the grain |
| And let my peoples know, you know it’s goin’down tonight |
| Merry livin' |
| I got the 4−1-1 on the bumpin' |
| We ridin’we them heat, as if they funk |
| And them we dumpin' |
| I’m slumpin’in the meantime |
| My speakers is jumpin’up out they box |
| I see these broads choosin', man they sprung on my Shirly locks |
| Ugh, made the block |
| And they was all up on my bumper |
| Tryin’to pull me over |
| But now I gets a nothin’when I’m sober |
| Hit the gas and smoked it up, smashed off, I’m outtie |
| Bendin’corners, laughin’cuz I left they car cloudy |
| Went to my partna house and they was postin', splittin', Vegas |
| Bet 5 dollas a game on Mat and 95 on Sega |
| Taggin’out the room, fools layin’on the ground |
| They better have some get back cuz tonight it’s goin’down |
| 1 — It’s goin’down tonight |
| Tonight it goes down |
| It’s goin’down tonight |
| Tonight it goes down |
| It’s goin’down tonight |
| Tonight it goes down |
| It’s goin’down tonight |
| Tonight it’s gonna go down |
| Closed up shop on the Sega, now we slammin’bones |
| Up in my hood, it’s on, we make a casino up out yo’home |
| Head up, I sets 'em down fast for the stash |
| Yellin’stand up! |
| when you pass |
| Turn over your bones and give me your cash |
| I hit the store with the money I won to get me a 4−0 |
| A double O on the scene, I’m a O-G on the ink fo’sho' |
| I get twisted up in knots, ?per? |
| straight sloppy |
| Prize breaders on my nuts and haters wanna knock me Can’t understand how deep I get |
| When I split this real on real da real |
| Straight up out they heels due |
| In a minute we’ll still talk |
| Boots stompin', outta my head |
| To the womp, and get my knees dirty |
| When I’m stinkin', I’m on da dots for Thompson |
| Side bettin', Little Joe in the doe |
| Now watch me roll |
| I let 'em go and watch that double duece lock up fo’sho' |
| I talk static, clown |
| Walkin’around &makin'my rounds |
| Snatchin’my money up off the ground |
| Cuz tonight it’s goin’down |
| Shot to the house to get dressed, it’s finally night fall |
| Jumped in my 7−4, smashed it, cuz I’m tight y’all |
| Checkin’to see if the tape was on the passenger seat |
| I need some heat |
| The only way I’m gon’creep |
| Late night through these faulty streets |
| Hit the block &seen the whole crew on the corner |
| Smellin’that aroma, talkin’about the bump and comin’up on her |
| Super fast, sumpin’cool |
| You know how we do it |
| Touch 'em wit some game |
| And fill 'em wit some dick fluid |
| We hit then store, it’s about 30 playas bailin’in |
| Give me some C &B, some Hennessy, &Sequels Gin |
| Let me squeeze but no chasin', fool we straight lacin' |
| Jumpin'&mobbin', punchin''til the both of us playas racin' |
| We pulls up &see 'em posted outside |
| Gettin’gone |
| I’m in the zone, ready to take me somethin’home |
| Wall to wall breaders, top notch, it’s mean, it’s goin’down |
| At this bump I found |
| Tonight fool, it’s goin’down |
| Repeat 1 to fade |