It's About to Go Down

When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean
You got money in your city
Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze
Say it's about to go down

And the mamas looking pretty
And you rolling on dubs
Turn around and swap game for a political job
Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. Three-Two
Say it's about to go down
(Thugging in the club)
Moe and me, we have been a lot

(Thugging in the club)
(Rolling on dubs)
Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling TV's
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it
And the mamas looking pretty

If you feeling what I'm feeling
And you rolling on dubs
Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws
These hoes, all on a nigga dick 'cause I'm young, fly and rich

(And showing love)
All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight

I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed
Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank

(Rolling on dubs)
(Money in your city)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet
We sell, everything you need
(Mamas looking pretty)
(And showing love)
Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams
I got a box of dough nuts from Crispy Creme
Really though big baby and it's 2002
No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood
If you feeling what I'm feeling

As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete
Watch her get a China face-lift
Looking for some head in a little bitty shop
(And showing love)
(Mamas looking pretty)
Say it's about to go down
If you thugging in the club
You ain't tripping, showing love
(Thugging in the club)
On top, on wrist rock it's going down
(Rolling on dubs)

Say it's about to go down
You ain't tripping, showing love
If you thugging in the club
Say it's about to go down
If you thugging in the club
You got money in your city

You ain't tripping, showing love

And you rolling on dubs
It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star
And the mamas looking pretty
Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank
Head to the town and watch Third Ward Billy
Hoes whisper to each other girl, I think he played ball
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see

(And showing love)

Say it's about to go down

Say it's about to go down
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Gucci hoes and hop out the SL
Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo, I'm boy hard
(Feeling what I'm feeling)

And the mamas looking pretty
And you rolling on dubs
Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists

(Rolling on dubs)
Cash me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch
Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that
Gear shift, we performing up in the land
And the mamas looking pretty
If you thugging in the club
Swangers on my guard in a old school
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold
Plot all day boss hogging for position
You ain't tripping, showing love
Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot
(Money in your city)
I roll up a philly, roll up a philly
(Money in your city)

You got money in your city

Say it's about to go down
Fresh braided player made it, deuce out the roof
Street game all in your face watch the Rolex cushion
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock
I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell
And you rolling on dubs
(Thugging in the club)
I'm a goddamn fool, start to busting with the two
Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots
(Rolling on dubs)
Pulled up acting and class so they'll know
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets
You got money in your city
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
(Money in your city)
Watch us be the star traction and a harder night
The south on shine 'cause we ain't broke no more
I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that
Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
If you feeling what I'm feeling
H-Town, South Side, third ward bound
Gucci wardrobe to match the Gucci soles
(Mamas looking pretty)
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat
Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh
And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good
(Mamas looking pretty)
Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose
Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit

You ain't tripping, showing love
If you feeling what I'm feeling