| What up
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| Jokes on us
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| Everything in the city ain’t pretty
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| When you’re looking at the gutter everything
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| Trying to make a way to survive
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| Even though it ain’t right
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| I’m trying to preach another ghetto hymn
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| A stick it to where I’ve been
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| Hustling to come up all my life
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| Testify, it’s just a Detroit state of mind
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| Detroit win’er, cold in December
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| Hustle on the corner, tether on the fibula
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| N_ wanna stick ‘em up cause O’s getting richerer
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| That ain’t a word, but birds they speak literature
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| Literally hood house, semi in the couch
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| Figuring life out with this last half an ounce
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| We just trying to defeat the drought, make ends meet
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| Flous like a motherfucking bous
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| Slim Thugger Sig Deuce ninety
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| Drug smuggler, they ain’t got love for us
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| Cuff us, throw us in jail for being hustlers
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| We on that knuckle so why would you fuck with us?
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| Y’all don’t know Pacific
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| Just to be 'pecific, N_, came out of Michigan
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| No pot to piss in
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| Just a few rocks in this pocket for flippin'
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| Everything in the city ain’t pretty
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| When you’re looking at the gutter everything
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| Trying to make a way to survive
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| Even though it ain’t right
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| I’m trying to preach another ghetto hymn
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| Stick it to where I’ve been
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| Hustling to come up all my life
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| Testify, it’s just a Detroit state of mind
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| Turn this shit the fuck up
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| I come up amongst the monster youngsters
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| Blazin' ass, wrong facing time
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| They’ll blow out a N_ state of mind
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| Real talk, white lines
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| That’s real chalk, night time we peel off
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| Through pipelines, we deal raw, real boss
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| Seen it all through my optical at spots
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| Aunties and uncles coppin the blow
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| In areas not many cops can go
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| If possible, I got a purpose
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| God put me here on purpose
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| A wordsmith emerges through His verses
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| Or am I worthless? |
| I wish life was picture perfect
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| The feds taking pictures, snitches working
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| Them dealers lurking, through the traffic
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| Pushers pushing the package
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| Neighborhood full of addicts, graveyard full of caskets
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| They asking, time waits for a dboy
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| Where the street noise it’s the real deep d voice
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| Evading the decoy, all shooters on deploy
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| Fuck the crime rate, my mind state is Detroit
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| Everything in the city ain’t pretty
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| When you’re looking at the gutter everything
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| Trying to make a way to survive
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| Even though it ain’t right
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| I’m trying to preach another ghetto hymn
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| Stick it to where I’ve been
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| Hustling to come up all my life
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| Testify, it’s just a Detroit state of mind
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| Everything to survive
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| Even though it ain’t right
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| Everything in the city ain’t pretty
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| When you’re looking at the gutter everything
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| Trying to make a way to survive
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| Even though it ain’t right
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| I’m trying to preach another ghetto hymn
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| Stick it to where I’ve been
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| Hustling to come up all my life
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| Testify, it’s just a Detroit state of mind |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Detroit State of Mind, artist - Obie Trice. Album song The Hangover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп