Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome To Flint , by - Dayton Family. Release date: 20.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome To Flint |
| Welcome to Flint Town, home of the killa |
| Dyke-ass hoes and cocaine snortin' niggas |
| This Flint, where all the money sacks is heavy |
| And niggas el fuck ya ho in the back of dey chevys |
| This is Flint dogg, don’t get caught slippin' |
| For new clothes, young hoes out here set trippin' |
| In Flint, you read about three murders a week |
| We ain’t no metropolitan city, but game runs deep |
| This is Flint dogg, 'bout an hour from the 'D |
| Niggas is murdered in this bitch constantly |
| This is Flint partna, betta hold your own |
| Cause a nigga can get you killed for a stone, or a cell phone |
| In Flint, you know its a drought |
| When ya uncle is forty-two and he workin a paper route |
| Dis Flint, it ain’t hard to tell |
| Snort anthrax bars if they come through the mail |
| In Flint, we ain’t neva' been scared to die slim |
| Cause we been there ever since they close GM |
| Welcome to Flint Town, its nuttier while |
| Niggas love to murder, executioner-style |
| Dis Flint, so meet Mr. Trigga |
| In every club we in, we holla FUCK YALL NIGGAS! |
| Dis Flint, (Flint Town), Playa it to win |
| If y’all niggas didn’t hear me |
| I’mma say at again, bitch dis Flint |
| If ya not from Flint than its like |
| Straight-up «Fuck you!» |
| I’m sayin whats up to my mother fuckin thugs (Dis Flint) |
| The others perpetrate it |
| But still we regulate it (Dis Flint) |
| If ya not from Flint than its like |
| Straight-up «Fuck you!» |
| I’m sayin whats up to my mother fuckin thugs (Dis Flint) |
| If ya not from Flint than its like |
| Straight-up «Fuck you!» |
| Flint Town, Flint Town, F-F-F-Flint Town |
| Dayton Ave up in this bitch |
| Thats where most of dees niggas raised-up |
| Fuckin' around on us el got you shot and you blazed-up |
| Welcome to my city, we cuttin' you off at the projects |
| The beefas wasn’t safe to stay in this |
| So darlin' whats next? |
| Ask me 'bout a murder down on Dayton |
| Its a blood-bath |
| The (???) Boys in ghetto clubs |
| Where niggas, they don’t laugh |
| The bitches el set you up, they do it quick as a man |
| Before you go to sleep |
| You tell dem hoes they ain’t stayin' |
| The cops el never stop until your front doors kicked in |
| The judges hold the grudges |
| 'Til your whole clique locked-in |
| The Heinckles and the Dorseys made mistakes of da pit fight |
| Law-makers never make laws for those on the crack pipe |
| The hatas, they got your back |
| They pray and play on your downfall |
| The niggas down on Wright |
| They crack your shit with an 8-ball |
| In Flint, is where da bodies and da funerals held at |
| A snitch el see your case |
| You sold a key, he go tell dat |
| So welcome to the city with no pity, cause shits real |
| And them scandelous fuckers, if its war they gettin killed |
| Locked-up in the county with some gangstas (???) |
| Now you on the news |
| You hung yourself, thats some bullshit |
| So stay away from Flint, or we’ll be shootin' you back out |
| Dem killas on the roof |
| They take your life with they macks out |
| In Flint, (Flint Town), play it to win |
| If you ain’t hear me |
| I’mma say it again, bitch dis Flint! |