Going Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Goldie Loc & Tray Dee] Hey Dee cuz, they heard something (Yeah) Hey Tray Deee, they must have heard something I don't know what they heard But I know what they about to hear though (Eastside) Come on [Verse 1: Tray Dee] Hard as ever, we still do it best together Stacey Adam brims on, pressing like spectrum You can run and tell 'em, we got even better Elevating gangster-ism to another level (Deuce) Talking never settle, both feet on the pedal Smoking on ferocious, getting higher than a shadow Higher in the sparrow, staying fly apparel Rolling up in forms, jewelry glowing like a pharaoh [Verse 2: Goldie Loc] You can tell that it's them boys when they pulling up Eastsiders G'd up, got everything shined up Wallasey banger, 501 type of guy Love doing the gangster music, getting high Lil' sag, looking down, like get em' loc Show Tray Dee and Dogg that you ain't no joke (For sure) And I heard that y'all was back on Death Row Well you know Dogg made a boss move, that's how it go [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Same angle, same flavor, same neighbors (Yeah) Slamming big six on your domino tables That's two times three, LBC, you knew that Put it in the bag, motherfucker, yeah we blew that Same Chevy, same Coupe, same Daners Look at the game and it's the same entertainers We the game changers, yeah them 6-4 swingers And this right here is for the real gang bangers [Verse 3: Tray Dee] Tell these busters line it up, Eastsidaz riding up You niggas ride nuts, watch us rise them higher up In position for the mission, set the crack off Dogg made the call, bring it all to the clap off Back dumping head hunting, take your whole cap off Let it off, set it off, make the pigs back off Crip till we rip, never slip while you slack off Slippery hand trigger one, twitch, let the gat off [Verse 4: Goldie Loc] Yeah, break bread or fake dead till I back off If I ain't messing with that trick HD, I'd rather jack off When it comes to my fetty, I never slack off I was only messing with that wench just to get my packs off Now I'm sitting on top of the hill And I got a few choices on how to tell you how a boss feels (Tell 'em) I'm trying to regulate something When I come through subbing, can't tell me nothing, for real [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Same angle, same flavor, same neighbors (Yeah) Slamming big six on your domino tables That's two times three, LBC, you knew that Put it in the bag, motherfucker, yeah we blew that Same Chevy, same Coupe, same Daners Look at the game and it's the same entertainers We the game changers, yeah them 6-4 swingers And this right here is for the real gang bangers [Outro: Snoop] Yes, yes, that motherfucker swing Oh yeah, oh yeah