Song Lyrics

(ring) "don't answer that"
"Hello I'm not at home leave a message (beep)
"Yo bitch this is (beep) pick up the phone bitch I know you're in there
You fucking with that old fucking ass face now huh bitch
Where my motherfucking kids at bitch
Fucking bitch punk ass bitch!"

Hey today must be my lucky day
I turned the corner hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away
(now where's she staying?) She must be new in the hood
But I ain't trippin' on that shit, cause it's all good

I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name
ain't a damn thing changed , ain't no shame in my game
She said, " Used to go Thomas"
I slowed my rope, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas

Now where you headed, she said "Going to work"
Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinink, "Going to flirt"
My homies women ain't no thing to me,
Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me

And furthermore she was peepin' my ride
Convertible, 64, with the ride inside
Super clean with the discus in full
Higher than the fucks spittin' this to ho's:

[Chorus]
Please excuse my attitude,
Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you
Hoping you won't lose your cool
I want to sneak you out to play with me,
You can spend the day with me
And we can ride and see the sights
Its going down tonight

Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day
Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face
Now that's the pits
She didn't have to put up a front
I stuck that ass back in there
And haven't called her for 3 months

I guess they send me to be doggin' a chic
Can't understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch
Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master
Let he take a ride with the braster
It cool, don't front, ooh, no sex
No sweat-not even on my mind-we just met

And furthermore, we can get to those
But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to ho's:

[Chorus]

Now cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped
Parked my Ferari, now I'm back in the coup, I knocked her boots-
Your baby's mama put me to work
I dragged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt

She wanted me badly so I put it inside
She got the (front and back , side to side)
Back and forth with the gangster glide
Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9

Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day
She was asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick
(now that's sick)And plus she got you staying at home
With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her f*ck on
So believe me when you down in the brad
I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass
So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose
I'll be mobbing in my 'Benz spitting this to ho's:

[Chorus]

Joern-uwe Fahrenkrog-peterson, Joseph Johnson, Brad Jordan, Carlo Karges, Eddie Wilson

The duration of Goin' Down is 4:28 minutes and seconds.