Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down



(B-Real)

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat

Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

And they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat

That's why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin

They follow a hollow point shells hard ta swallow

Why wallow when ya come ta roll on I put tha clip

An dust bring ya ass on

Kickin dust on ya head as tha gat busts my grip surrounded

I'm about ta get rushed I brushed wit death

How many shells stuffed in my closet (???)



(Chorus)

(B-Real)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)



Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down



(B-Real)

I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock

And tha rest of tha gats as I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest BOOM

I think I got one to tha chest hot damn I didn't want to kill a man

Shit I still stand tall with tha hill clan y'all

Better stand back niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam

Get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham



(Chorus)

(B-Real)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down)

When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)



Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down

Goin down, goin down