Lyrics:
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny
Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage
Run Detroit all the way
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
or quarters
Donald's orders was blocking them borders
In Detroit them blocks was in order, literally
6, 7, 8 Mile (iceberg) that's just the tip of the D
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
brauchen den Shit, rauchen den Shit
Doch im Endeffekt zählt nur, was rausspringt für mich
187, ich weiß, was ich liebe
Geteilt wird bei uns nur im Kreis
kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he
217 Popped in the hood 187
Not gonna make it to heaven
Poppin' these pills to deal with all this aggression (Aggression)
Show up dressed in all black
I been pulling all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities
Meant chopping up a molly for
if I was in a lane
This is Dispatch, we have a possible 187
Suspect is a black male, considered armed and dangerous
Sir, if you're new to the car, do
up in LA Los Angeles mo' scandalous than they was back in
the day
Niggas think it's cool claimin' our hoods from out of state
Till we pull 187s like
out to my man Frank
Shout out to Hype864
Shout out to Hyped Experience
Shout out to Experiences by Hype
187.5 on your FM dial
This is DJ Scotty Rock
the procedure
Running up every bag and I'm doing it with the mask on
Bustin' down your door, just like the title of the last song
187 with a scythe, I'm out here
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
And then I ain't gon stop
Until some muthafuckas call the cops
Then I´ll be 187 thousand like my song say
Cause you was fuckin' with this nigga
hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen
What you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Discuss these detroit by 187 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In