| 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 |
| Man, we 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 at 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 patna house, an they was posted, splittin Vegas |
| Bet five dollars a game on Madden '95 on Sega |
| Taggin out the room, fools layin on the ground |
| They better have some get back cuz tonight it’s goin 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 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 |
| 8 double 0 on the scene, I’m a O-G on the ink fo' sho' |
| I get twisted up in knots, ?per? straight sloppy |
| Prize breeders on my nuts and haters wanna mock me |
| Can’t understand how deep I get when I spit this real on reel to reel |
| Straight up out the hills |
| In a minute we steal toe, boot stompin, bobbin my head, |
| to the walkmen 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 talks bad and clown |
| Walkin around and 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, smashin cuz I’m tight ya’ll |
| Checkin to see if the tape was on the passenger seat |
| I need some heat |
| The only way I’ma 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 with some doing fluid |
| We hit then store, it’s about 30 playas bailin in |
| Give me some C&B, some Hennessy and Seagrams Gin |
| lemon squeeze but no chasin, fool we straight lacin |
| Jumpin &mobbin, punchin 'til the both of us playas racin |
| We pulls up and 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 |