♪ Livin' on fat pockets on food with a guy rollin' around a nine-hoose Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my rock and to smoke your ass if you wanna come and chat That's why some pigs and their cats come sweatin', they follow A hollow point shell's hard to swallow Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip in the foot, vibrate your ass on Left kickin' just in your head, I got bust My grip's around it, I'm about to get bust I'm fresh with that, how many shells left in my closet? Where my big chrome mags at? When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready You better be ready I told the boys get the sawdust block and the rest of the guts As I sat on the bulletproof vest Oh, I think I caught one to the chest Hot damn, I didn't wanna kill a man *, I still stand tall with the hip clamp Y'all better step back, niggas about to fall I'm comin' out blastin' like Yosemite Sam Got the cheese and the bread for the ham When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready When the * goes down When the * goes down, you better be ready You better be ready Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh