Lyrics:
And doing a good job
And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Aww shit!!
I think I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
poppin' some shit he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin'
poppin' some shit he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin'
was alive (Detroit respect)
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah nigga, go off
Ain't nobody vicious as me,
was alive (Detroit respect)
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah nigga, go off
Ain't nobody vicious as me,
Ay, I'm just runnin through my city
Reminiscing bout us spinnin
Reminiscing bout that time we made a dime out of a penny
They was watchin by
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
come right by
And she was hot, as she kissed my mouth
She was hot, as I wiped her brow
She was hot, she pinned me to the ground
She was quick,
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
Dans la voiture, on est trois (boum, boum)
On dirait qu'j'habite à Détroit
Trois points, Jordan, numéro 23 (switch, eh-eh)
La Cadi-Cadillac, 4x4 (4x4)
be yellin
If you tellin then you caught up in a 187
With the street sweeper I be my brother's keeper
From this day on you known as the deep sleeper
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
By day I make the cars by night I make the bars
If only they could read
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
[W Ballz D.J.]
Oh y'all just want to do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch
W
don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like
and dually's and 7.3's or 6.7's baby
I can't take 'em, can't even date 'em, don't know why Detroit still makes 'em
Every girl's had her heart broke by a boy who
of Detroit when this happened
Uh, Otimari got the snotty nose
All this fucking water on me
Give me snotty nose
I could count a hundred faster
Than a 'rari goes
young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Turn argument over a watergun gun gun
The filmed attack in Detroit
cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
VERSE
Let me tell u
need no back up
If im down bad ian going out sad i jus load up and mask up
And my bitch down to ride 187 homocide i dont gotta ask her
Ferragamo i stood
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