Lyrics:
All I talk is that cash, Versace all in my bag
Dope all in my vein, hoes hollin' my name
White T still pimpin', Lenox Mall in a Bentley
He a fuckboy,
(?)
White line
Double time
Come around with a hammerdown
Hammerdown
Hammer
Last night saw me in Detroit
Hotel bar lookin' good
Well I
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
wake up that it's all a dream
Check the stats and I'm in Detroit
She blow my phone up, she can't tell that I'm annoyed
I got a bad lil (uh) down in
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
Niggaro?
Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House
You fucked around and stuck ya dick
In that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout? (Huh?)
Niggaro?
Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House
You fucked around and stuck ya dick
In that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout? (Huh?)
on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the wall, ain't no final call
used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball
Only 15, already got
and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit
In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove.
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.
And while one day viciously throwing
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by
the place
Detroit to Miami they was rollin case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta
White Chri
feel like Nina brown
Yeah this new jet
All them guns they won't save a
Nigga life though
Got some money then i moved out by
The white folks
Everything
and hide, huh? Is you silly?
Better keep that heat by your side, it's Smoke up in my city
Detroit trying to rise but the hope is still iffy
Now what we gotta
of the jack, call it a liquor victor
Ree the same tree you barked at, actually
Paid the same fee to be green, as seen
By the leaves on TV, beseeched your
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple
(hey hey)
Your lips kiss Jack on fire
And when you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then I will fuck you till you die
GLIZZY WALK
(YEAAAA FTI)
HOOK
Stepping with that stick that’s that glizzy walk (STEP)
Hit my plug on his jack that’s that business talk
(JACK
I had to let go and let god all them charges Pending in Virginia
I just left Detroit with some drank
But I got to drive thru Virginia
Made a wrong
všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream boyz
Pamatuju crunk jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy nebylo
Můj chain a bílý
mě ty čubky nechtěly, teď všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream Boyz
Pamatuju Crunk Jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy
hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen
What you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for
.jpg/300px-Mitch_Ryder(ThKraft).jpg "Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels")
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