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Celly Cel - It's Goin' Down lyrics
[Celly] 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 [Kerry] 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 [Celly] 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 Repeat 1 [Celly] 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 |
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