Stevie Stone — Goin’ Down

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[Intro: Stevie Stone]
Uh-huh!
Stevie Stone
Got a gallon of the Crown (gallon of the Crown)
Pour a little out (pour a little out)
Best believe it’s goin’ down

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Huh! Yeah, I’m [?]
Sippin’ Crown on the rocks
Bitches tattooing himmi on they bottoms and tops
Only fuckin’ with bad bitches
Country nigga, Missouri
Ridin’ ’em, get inside ’em, behind ’em, Kentucky Derby
Yeah, I’m tipsy and leanin’
Seeing fuck faces [?]
Bitches popping they pussy
[?], himmi!
Bitches they smell the money
Loving me ’cause I’m stuntin’
Got ’em all to the MO and I’m jockin’ bitches and bunnies (yeah)
I got a pill, and I got to kill
I gotta little bit of drank, bitch you want a pill?
Hope bitch you fix a drink or smoke a doobie-do
I’mma come and help you introduce to what Scooby do
[Big Scoob]
Scooby grits in this bitch nigga, fuck with me… yeah

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Got a gallon of the Crown (gallon of the Crown)
Pour a little out (pour a little out)
Best believe it’s goin’ down

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
A whole gallon of this whiskey, I ain’t sharing though
Scooby Doo, I’m ’bout to do what I do so please quit begging ho
Me and Stone and Ripper, I’m a sipper, I don’t wanna smoke
Hustler, now customer but I got what you looking for
But not tonight though off this nitro might go pyscho Michael
Young disciples with they sights on Rittz I snipe those rifles
That’s how I moves, never snooze, keep my goons with me
A damn fool, breaking rules when I’m off this whiskey
Life of the party, good hearted but I gets retarded
This moonshine twists my mind, makes my thoughts distorted
It’s really party time but me I’m thinking more time
Drinking got me thinking but I’m thinking with this scarred mind

[Spaide Ripper]
Spaide Ripper
Ripper, ha, ha, ha, Ripper
[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Got a gallon of the Crown (gallon of the Crown)
Pour a little out (pour a little out)
Best believe it’s goin’ down

[Verse 3: Spaide Ripper]
Zombiie!
Been doing this, it ain’t nothing major
If my heart stop go get the jumper cables
I’m tryna go electric man, who get some kilowatts?
I’m talking megahertz, I’m tryna feel the aftershock
I’m falling all apart, I hope somebody help me
I’m on a bad trip, all the walls started melting
I swear I can’t smoke another blunt, nigga I’m so high
Wasted liquor on my shirt, still I’m so fly
Need a gallon of orange juice, my mouth so dry
If I pop another pill nigga I’m gon’ die (Zombiie!)
I’ll probably wake up in a hearse
I’m going backwards in time, watching y’all move in reverse
I sip lean, I pour that liquor up
I don’t take care of my health, I don’t give a fuck
I’mma pop a molly, wild boy and get fucked up
Nigga when I wrote this shit I had a double cup and it was going down
Going down, going down, going down

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Got a gallon of the Crown (gallon of the Crown)
Pour a little out (pour a little out)
Best believe it’s goin’ down
Got a gallon of the Crown (gallon of the Crown)
Pour a little out (pour a little out)
Best believe it’s goin’ {down}