Goin' Down - DJ Drama, T-Pain, Fabolous

Y’all ready?

This what it’s all about right?

The quality

The streets

The music

Quality street music, niice

Quality shit, they holla we it

These fake niggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get

I’m oh so flyer than a pilot be, shit, why you want some more

Tryna' figure out who stylin' me, shit

Women only cheat for a reason, I probably be it

Molly she want, Molly she get

Out in LA at the day party, Saturday at colony shit

Sorry niggas that-away with your apology shit

You lame niggas make me break out, ology shit

We was leaders before they knew how many follows we get

Ridin' to some Wu-Tang, while I be lit

Maybe put shoes on the Ghost, Wallabee shit

You little niggas don’t get it do you?

And if you got it I’m one of the few that get it to you

Drama said it’s goin' down, so I brought some loot out

Racked up like the balls at the 3-point shootout

Man it’s goin' down, get at me

I do it for my town, because they love me

I came from the ground, down in my blessings

Man it’s goin down, get at me

I do it for my town, because they love me

I came from the ground, down in my blessings

Them niggas don’t understand you, other shit that man do

Quality street music

I’m on my rapper shit, tryna' get out my trappa' shit

Got up on my computer shit, should have been on my APPA shit

Runnin' from SWAT cars, givin' them cracked jaws

I got that gangsta grill, now I’m a hood star, now I’m a hood star

That mean I push cocaine, or show a whole thang

In my hood I got an alias, don’t say my whole name, I’m a hood star

Homie they gon' lock me up, I’m still gon' make it to the top nigga

Paid off violence, they sayin' we parish

This is quality music, from the hood to the alleys

They indicted my nigga, haters want him to fail

Who thought quality street music could save him from jail

Hey, I’m just tryin' to get some bread

Quality street music

They sayin' hip hop dead, just got a text from Drama and this is what it read

This that cocaine music, and we do this shit with quality, that’s why nobody

hot as me

DJ, DJ, Bring that shit back for me

I told you so, DJ Drama made a sec for me

Now I’m secced up and I’m wrecked up

When I hit the club I’mma act up

And I’m goin' down and I’m macked up

And I’m doubtin I come back up

I’m bottle poppin', I’m hole poppin'

I’m pullin up and I’m show stoppin'

12 Pack of that rolls, 6 pack of that gold

And I’m goin so hard, my

Took my first million dollars, went and spent them on cars

65 for the rollie watch, 80 pointers and they head up

30 shots in the semi-clock, and I ain’t never been scared of

DJ Drama we the realest nigga, street music make em' feelin equal

It go gram right, man right

Only if I could see this shit in hindsight

Put me on the scale, make sure I’m weighin' right

And put a couple grams on my sony mic

Quality street music nigga