| Yeah
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| Ay, Em, you ready?
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| Herc, you got them thangs nigga? |
| (you know)
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| Detroit city!
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| There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
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| Whenever there’s war, you gotta know
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| Them boys got toys tear down the front door
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| Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go You are not convincing
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| When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen
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| Niggaz get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
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| Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit
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| Straight detention, a nigga doing tension
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| Once released he on that music business
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| When viewing 106 and them cafeterias
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| Only to find that rap’s actually serious
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| Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilance
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| Same shit that sent em upper Michigan
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| Us is pimping, a difference, from any city I visited
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| It’s that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, period
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| Use O as a reference to that sentence
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| The message I’m sending you, best just pay attention
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| If you don’t like how I act then blow me I don’t really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me Man what’s up with that scratch you owe me?
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| Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe
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| Big Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the D It’s cut-throat, better be packing homie
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| And niggaz get they shit split for acting phonie
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| We’re known for the glocks and the choppas
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| These niggaz’ll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers
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| We got real G’s and lots of imposters
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| I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastas
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| Ya’ll niggaz ain’t impress me yet
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| Ya’ll yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press eject
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| See we known for the car shows, running from the narcos
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| Keep them bottles coming, we gon’pop 'em till the bar close
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| Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass
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| See her dreams of being an R&B singer diva
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| Leave her face, cut her from the waist
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| Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face
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| And this place ain’t just safe, it’s just straight gangsta
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| It ain’t just New York or L.A. that pains no more
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| There’s Latin Coun’Kings here
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| Southside, four, East Side and Gansen
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| Nuthin but ganglands and, spray paint cans
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| And when that van rolls up, man they ain’t glancing
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| That window rolls down and that tre-eight's dancing
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| And them shooters don’t miss, homie they hate chancing
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| Straight for the dome and it’s vacate fast and
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| Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue Dodge flashing
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| Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened
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| And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
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| But just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing
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| Here we go motherfuckers
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| This the motherfucking back acha Trick
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| Don’t even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
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| This is where the real killers at Detroit motherfucker!
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| Ain’t never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggaz
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| Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga
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| We got something for your ass |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song There They Go , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп