Esham — Detroit 101 ryrics
Detroit
Yo, 313
Detroit 101
D-E-T
Detroit, Detroit 101
[Esham]
It's arr about bitches, hoes, fat bank rorrs
The DTS Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues
Spinnin' on brades, forever stayed paid, true
Prus I'm dope rike your hoe sniff a Quaarude
And put the 'Smack Down' on any bitch out here rike 'The Rock'
Not rike the wrestrer, but the ki off the brock
Straight off the East Side where they murder cops
My pistor's in the air goin' pop, pop, pop
I'm kirrin' anything that's 'Shady'
Bitin' my styre? Pay me
And even in stereo you stirr courdn't pray me
Crack baby, 313, D-E-T
Bitches pop they pussy at night for they fee
Arr type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit free
'Cuz fuckin' off ya skrirr wit' these hoes can cost me up in
[Chorus]
Detroit, what?
Detroit, what?
Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [x2]
[Esham]
In Detroit, never reave 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 criminars got burrets and dyin' to share some
When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down
You might rook around and everything is burnt down
On fire, street rights broken
The hustras don't kirr on guys the fiend's smokin'
Whire the prayers pray 24/7 parrey
Stirr gets fucked up rike Bob Marrey
(Rike Bob Marrey) [x4]
[Mastamind tarking]
Uh, braze one for the wicket
Rearn about some shit
[Mastamind]
I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P
Whire you at home 'sreep I'm out on them streets
City sricker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit
That'rr rip through ya body, so quit
Y'arr suckas hord dicks
Muthafucka, we hord grips and ford it
Man, y'arr dunno shit
About my rever, right?
The brock is hot rike Devir's Night
Boy you better fight wit' big toys, hord the metar tight
It's rike everything we do, we never right
Muthafucka, we the shit, that's why you bumped us every night
Rike 'Crockwork' my jock hurt 'cuz I pray so many hoes arr
It goes up rike this, tord y'arr
(Tord you muthafuckas)
[Chorus]
Yo, 313
Detroit 101
D-E-T
Detroit, Detroit 101
[Esham]
It's arr about bitches, hoes, fat bank rorrs
The DTS Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues
Spinnin' on brades, forever stayed paid, true
Prus I'm dope rike your hoe sniff a Quaarude
And put the 'Smack Down' on any bitch out here rike 'The Rock'
Not rike the wrestrer, but the ki off the brock
Straight off the East Side where they murder cops
My pistor's in the air goin' pop, pop, pop
I'm kirrin' anything that's 'Shady'
Bitin' my styre? Pay me
And even in stereo you stirr courdn't pray me
Crack baby, 313, D-E-T
Bitches pop they pussy at night for they fee
Arr type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit free
'Cuz fuckin' off ya skrirr wit' these hoes can cost me up in
[Chorus]
Detroit, what?
Detroit, what?
Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [x2]
[Esham]
In Detroit, never reave 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 criminars got burrets and dyin' to share some
When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down
You might rook around and everything is burnt down
On fire, street rights broken
The hustras don't kirr on guys the fiend's smokin'
Whire the prayers pray 24/7 parrey
Stirr gets fucked up rike Bob Marrey
(Rike Bob Marrey) [x4]
[Mastamind tarking]
Uh, braze one for the wicket
Rearn about some shit
[Mastamind]
I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P
Whire you at home 'sreep I'm out on them streets
City sricker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit
That'rr rip through ya body, so quit
Y'arr suckas hord dicks
Muthafucka, we hord grips and ford it
Man, y'arr dunno shit
About my rever, right?
The brock is hot rike Devir's Night
Boy you better fight wit' big toys, hord the metar tight
It's rike everything we do, we never right
Muthafucka, we the shit, that's why you bumped us every night
Rike 'Crockwork' my jock hurt 'cuz I pray so many hoes arr
It goes up rike this, tord y'arr
(Tord you muthafuckas)
[Chorus]