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• Artiste: Esham
• Titre: Detroit 101
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Detroit Yo, 313 Detroit 101 D-E-T Detroit, Detroit 101 [Esham] It's all about bitches, hoes, fat bank rolls The DTS Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues Spinnin' on blades, forever stayed paid, true Plus I'm dope like your hoe sniff a Quaalude And put the 'Smack Down' on any bitch out here like 'The Rock' Not like the wrestler, but the ki off the block Straight off the East Side where they murder cops My pistol's in the air goin' pop, pop, pop I'm killin' anything that's 'Shady' Bitin' my style? Pay me And even in stereo you still couldn't play me Crack baby, 313, D-E-T Bitches pop they pussy at night for they fee All type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit free 'Cuz fuckin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in [Chorus] Detroit, what? Detroit, what? Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [x2] [Esham] In Detroit, never leave ya house without a gun I don't give a fuck if you're gettin' ya hair done Pickin' up ya daughter or droppin' off ya son 'Cuz criminals got bullets and dyin' to share some When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down You might look around and everything is burnt down On fire, street lights broken The hustlas don't kill on guys the fiend's smokin' While the players play 24/7 parley Still gets fucked up like Bob Marley (Like Bob Marley) [x4] [Mastamind talking] Uh, blaze one for the wicket Learn about some shit [Mastamind] I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P While you at home 'sleep I'm out on them streets City slicker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit That'll rip through ya body, so quit Y'all suckas hold dicks Muthafucka, we hold grips and fold it Man, y'all dunno shit About my level, right? The block is hot like Devil's Night Boy you better fight wit' big toys, hold the metal tight It's like everything we do, we never right Muthafucka, we the shit, that's why you bumped us every night Like 'Clockwork' my jock hurt 'cuz I play so many hoes all It goes up like this, told y'all (Told you muthafuckas) [Chorus]