| He was a boy from Detroit, home of the hustlers
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| Only homie he had was customers
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| Money was his best friend, he kept a fat stack next to him
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| And kept it close like next to kin
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| Daddy was an alcoholic street brawler
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| But he taught him all about cars and how to be a baller
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| Soon as he graduated, got a job at the factory
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| Promoted to the president, now he’s stacking G’s
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| But it wasn’t enough, he needed more
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| Cause he grew up poor
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| And he swore that he’d never be broke like he was back in the days
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| So he get paid
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| High salary for his inventions
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| But he didn’t have the best intentions
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| Charismatic maverick who was known to start static
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| With the bosses, but he also knew the demographic
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| So he quit
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| And started his own shit
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| I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
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| See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
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| Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
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| Maybe if you ride with me I’ll get you famous
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| May '79 he was in full function
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| By the early 80s he was done with production
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| The introduction of the DMC-12
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| Spanking brand new, on the showroom for sale
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| Stainless steel, from the bumper to the grill
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| For the added appeal they got ill
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| With the gull-wing door, reversible transmission
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| Target marketed to the man with the ambition
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| That’s why you kinda gotta respect the man’s vision
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| Shoulda been applauded except demands didn’t reach expectation
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| No matter what he facing, he still dream chasing
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| He wanted to be the big money maker — mover, shaker
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| Pushing penthouse buttons in the elevator
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| Envisions of an innovator
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| But the company burnt up money like an incinerator
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| I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
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| See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
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| Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
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| Maybe if you ride with me I’ll make you famous
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| Baptized in the luxury pool
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| Dunk the bod, cleanse the wound
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| Never one to stick to the rules
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| Baptized in the luxury pool
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| I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
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| See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
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| Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
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| Maybe if you ride with me I’ll make you famous |