Lyrics Detroit Game - J Dilla

Detroit Game

Hey!
Shout something blue,
jump up and down
Hey.
I’m all twelve, not ten
At four got eight
And I was going get… used to play by weight
But if you.
to seeing them, I’ll be there by eight
.but if it’s for the take, no cake I’m…
Snapping on niggers like fuck, do I pay for?
(Chill out son) the NBA is back
Thank God, cause everybody came to rest
All blacks can’t jump, and all whites ain’t dumb
Brought you a joint, but pass us a blunt
Stupid!
Dribble and shoot it, if you need help, move it
Don’t ask, won’t do it…
Transmission I’m cliquing on the side of 94…
.and the door won’t close… dead battery on your cellphone
.talking about Chuck, I gotta get it
The baby momma tripping.
gotta fix it
What a fuck that gotta do with me?
Can’t stand the heat, get out the kitchen
I’m… dug ass niggers with them cuits…
Walking around like the…
With no hasty mystery, unknown
You’ll never … gloves on
I cast out dough boy in the floor zone
I do the most in my pants… push.
You’re just a super boy…
.flesh like Kate Moss, security caught…
Oh, oh, oh, I’m a truth…
Eating sushi, slapping hoes,
kung fu pimping, my team polo, and my.
pimping
Call me G.I.
Joe, or kung fu gripping
That big.
won’t catch me slipping
Not me, oh no I can show you how to whisper
.get whatever you want, I can get it
But it’s … its too broke to pay attention
Class is now in session!