Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where It's Goin' Down, artist - Twiztid. Album song Freek Show, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Where It's Goin' Down |
Psychopathic |
Twiztid & Blaze runnin' with the muthafuckin' hatchet |
And only the three six can match it |
So uhh. |
tell me where’s it’s at. |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Whut.whut.whut? |
I ain’t the type to ask questions |
I’m the type of muthafucka ready to trip |
On anyone for anything or for the fuck of it |
We be the underground, we stay beneath |
And sufficate hoes like you when y’all asleep |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Right here right now |
And everybody on the north, east, west and south |
Y’all better get it up, y’all better represent this shit |
Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze you can’t fuck with it |
You know I ride with the tokah |
Quick to make the pappah |
Lift this 10 rollin' dirty police in the road block |
Niggas have to swallow drugs |
Niggas have to fake they mugs |
Niggas put they cideron |
Claimin' they fuckin' cella phone |
All the time we mighta got it |
Say they search us on a hella party |
If you wanna crawl through this |
We separate your soul and body |
Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga |
We ain’t gon' hope you figa |
Where they gonna catch your hidden stash? |
Or I’mma have to pull this trigga |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Represent until the day that I die for life boy |
Now where it’s at? |
Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug |
Can’t see me on shit |
Whatcha happen with banana clips |
I’ve been dead, been back |
Right in the dirty with the bury in a throw away hatch back |
Bitch, where ya back sack? |
But any minutes I’m tryna elevate |
Never under estimate the carjack |
I put jail on the map |
Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze now go ask them where it’s at |
I took a zane |
I like to split bitches wigs |
Splittin' to the right fuckin' keepin' up his kids |
Take that nigga wife’s sight |
Black you in the trunk |
This so fuckin' ruff nigga |
Gangsta Boo is crumped |
What you niggas know about them calicos and blot |
Shit they go pop nigga burnin' up your plot |
Fuck them fuckin cops callin' I don’t giva fuck |
Drag you in a mud muthafucka nigga whut? |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Represent until the day that I die for life boy |
Play me ghetto on a nigga comin straight |
Were back were back… hey |
Fuckin' up the third word, can’t get can’t get sprayed |
Niggas eyes wide shut |
They never see me comin' into the back |
But aces is just when I’m gunnin' |
Jiggy jiggy jack jack will be rollin' mad car |
Haters got me on scoop but they can’t get me that far |
You gotta try and gotta run or try to head with starts |
Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe |
What you lookin' at? |
I can call it from here |
Been underground with the dirt in my eyes for many years |
Do the math muthafucka, you can’t see the mix? |
We don’t die, we mutiple with the triple 6 |
Mersalist territory worldwide |
Ridin' down your bitchass block dumpin' drive bys |
Blowin' up your haugh now |
And leavin' you trapped in the rumble |
Fuckin' with us is just trouble |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Represent until the day that I die for life boy |
Gotta get it quiero |
Drop the flower pierro pot on the plat premiero |
Redrum I’m head up on the miero fuckin' with the devil |
Quote, but they call me lord, copped out very paranoid |
All g’s in the mode, triple 6 is in the vocal cord |
Marijuana scores like a choice runnin' intercourse |
You gonna feel the force of the triple 6 is always on |
You don’t wanna play in here, if I was I’m dumpin' shells |
Tie you to the rail, bitch I’ll make you a funky smell |
From a gangsta’s a point of view |
I’m asking you how does it feel |
To have to will, to rather steal |
And shoot it until you kill |
Anybody Killa spinnin' twiztid with the three six |
Where’s it goin' down? |
I guess right here so where it’s at? |
Runnin' with the hatchet |
Phamtom swollin' in the back |
We put it down for the psycho muthafuckas, I go around |
Bumpin' underground everytime we slip into your town |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Represent until the day that I die for life boy |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas |
Now where it’s goin' down? |
Now where it’s at homeboy? |
Represent until the day that I die for life boy |