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    "Detroit 101" Lyrics

    ESham feat. Mastamind

    Yo, 313
    Detroit 101
    Detroit, Detroit 101

    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

    Detroit, what?
    Detroit, what?
    Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [x2]

    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

    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)

    This song was submitted on September 29th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Scott Santos, Esham N Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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