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There They Go - текст песни



There They Go


Yeah


Ay, Em, you ready?


Herc, you got them thangs nigga? (you know)


Detroit city!








There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico


Whenever there's war, you gotsta know


Them boys got toys tear down the front door


Detroit make noise everywhere that we go


There they go, there they go








You are not convincing


When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen


Niggaz get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance


Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit


Straight detention, a nigga doing tension


Once released he on that music buisness


When viewing 106 and them cafeterias


Only to find that rap's actually serious


Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilence


Same shit that sent em upper Michigan


Us is pimping, a difference, from any city I visited


It's that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, period


Use O as a reference to that sentence


The message I'm sending you, best just pay attention














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?


Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe


Big Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the D


It's cut-throat, better be packing homie


And niggaz get they shit split for acting phonie


We're known for the glocks and the choppas


These niggaz'll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers


We got real G's and lots of imposters


I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastas


Ya'll niggaz ain't impress me yet


Ya'll yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press eject


See we known for the car shows, running from the narcos


Keep them bottles coming, we gon pop em till the bar close














Meat cleaver, leave a gas in a bitches ass


See her dreams of being an R&B singer diva


Leave her face, cut her from the waist


Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face


And this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangsta


It ain't just New York or L.A. that pains no more


There's Latin Coun' Kings here


Southside, four, East Side and Gansen


Nuthin but ganglands and, spray paint cans


And when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancing


That window rolls down and that tre-eight's dancing


And them shooters don't miss, homie they hate chancing


Straight for the dome and it's vacate fast and


Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue Dodge flashing


Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened


And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem


But just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing














Here we go motherfuckers


This the motherfuckin back acha Trick


Don't even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch


This is where the real killers at


Detroit motherfucker!


Ain't never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggaz


Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga


We got something for your ass



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