When the Sh** Goes Down Songtext
von Cypress Hill

Livin′ on fat pockets, on flat with the gat
Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they′ll smoke ya ass if you wanna come and chat
That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow
A hollow point shell′s hard to swallow

Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip
And before I bring ya ass on (whatcha gon′ do?)
Kickin' dust on your head like I bust
My grip surrounded, I′m about to get rushed, I'm brushed with death
How many shells stuffed in my closet with my big Cognacs? Cut


When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

I told the boys, "Get that sawed off glock"
And the rest of the gats
As I strapped on the bullet-proof vest
Boom, I think I got one to the chest
Hot damn, I didn′t wanna kill a man shit

I still stand tall with that Hill Clan
Y'all better stand back, niggas′ 'bout to fall
I'm comin′ out blastin′ like Yosemite Sam
Get the cheese and the bread for the ham

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)
When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (ya better be ready)