Yung Joc - It's goin' down - amended version lyrics

This a Nitty beat (boing) Here we go again Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh) You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh) I gotta introduce you to another motherf**er out my squad right (Who dis n***a, man?) Dis n***a go by the name of Joc (Joc) He resides in College Park (College Park) But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do) We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) n***as in my face Damn near er' day Askin' a million questions like Joc, where ya stay Tell 'em College Park Where they chop cars Eat twenty grand, spend a grand at the bar Just bought a zone, jays on my feet I'm on that patron, so get like me '69 Cutla** wit' the bucket seats Beat in my trunk, bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto' Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough If a girl choose, let her do her thang Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain E'rybody love me, I'm so fly n***as throw the duces e'rytime I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me, just do what cha do (Okay) [Chorus: x2] Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba two, do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of Ben Franks When I'm in the mall, hoes just pause I pop a few tags, give me that on the wall Time to flip the work, make the block bump Boys in the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boy magic seven days a week Numba one record 'long as Nitty on the beat Oh, I think they like me betta, yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door n***as know my crew, we certified stars Valet in the front, 'bout thirty-five cars b**hes in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls, time to recruit If ya got a problem, say it to my face We can knuckle up any time, any place [Chorus: x2] Time to set it off, let these n***as know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit' the bu*terfly doors? I ride real slow, no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail, but they don't think I know I keep my hands clean 'cause I never touch dope Every time I see 'em, look 'em in the eye Ask me how I know, it's me, suprise! Put it in the air, rep where ya stay Take a step back, blow the kush in they face Stuntin' is a habit, let 'em see the karats I'm a make it rain, n***a, I ain't scared to share it [Chorus: x2] Yung Joc Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker