D-Boyz

[Intro: (Waajeed), T3] (W-A-A-J-E-E-D) Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah... yup! It's serious, go ahead C'mon down to Detroit Pussy! [Verse 1: T3] See where I'm from, niggas will smoke you for small paper It's dangerous in The D, beware of 7 Mile players East don’t like the West, the West say the East is some haters Gator haven, old school whips, chrome plated Color-coordinated fabrics, Cartier glasses, yes! It's the home of them dudes that's fantastic, yes! They'll bust in your attic and start blasting Looking for that ganj' – you better have it fast Bitch-ass, we ask last and then smash Pass the cops, I don't give a fuck, I'm playin' Conscious niggas hold pistols in Detroit This ain't Orange County, nigga, this is Detroit And I'm a D-boy I'm building the "estroy" Home of the Lords and the motherfucking Cheddar Boys Hex Murderer, Trick Trick We click-click, boom And let the pistols clear the room, I assume Come to my city, you better holla Or watch out for my niggas creeping in Impalas [Hook: T3] We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz You probably wouldn't get it if you come from out of town We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz We're getting all the paper, man, we're spreading it around We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz They call us Jenny Craig, the way my niggas move pounds We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz We shoot this fucker up and make a nigga run a mile We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz [Verse 2: T3] And we roll deep, ask some motherfucker about we We on our feet Sorry, hardly got me acting rowdy This is not Bacardi, but this is how we party Probably step in the joint with some Henny and some Coke Pardon my coat, I prolly got a nina in my coat Gucci'ed up loafs, heads up, on my toes, I'ma go Plus the cash that I throw, it's like it never touch the floor It's like some roll, roll, roll... Yeah, such a professional The blow and the 'dro in the floor near the dresser drawer Take us a jealous ho, dare you to touch it, though Violence start piling, we ain't smilin' Don't you hear them violins? Somebody must have died and Nobody couldn't survive that moment of silence, uh [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Got my D fitted like Magnum PI Keep the Big Mac on me, for you small fries Blowing on haze, four deep in the Mercury Y'all niggas gay like Eddie Mercury Baby mama going down slow, Ron Burgundy 40 cal' wake niggas early like courtesy calls Y'all on my balls like Pilate class Shotty blast, ring of fire, like Johnny Cash I don't eat rappers, I eat baby mamas You at Mickey D's, while we at Benihana's Every time you call she tell you "Low cell" And when you call back, it's straight voicemail 'Cause she's with the G's – me and T3 SB, Nudie Jeans, you look tacky Y'all fake like Jackie Talkin' 'bout murder but we know you just rapping Talking gun play, but you never made it happen Talking 'bout work, but your never sold a capsule Now, is it just me, or these niggas' bars gay like that one on 'Police Academy'? Actually, these niggas just dumb Hoes in the village when we walk through the slums Where me and '3 from, keep a gat So I guess that's where you at [Hook: T3] We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz You probably wouldn't get it if you come from out of town We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz We're getting all the paper, man, we're spreading it around We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz They call us Jenny Craig the way my niggas move pounds We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz We shoot this fucker up and make a nigga run a mile We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz [Outro: T3] I dare you! Come on Yup – one, two And we're killing this rap shit Black Milk, Guilty Simpson – yup! Slum Village, Elzhi – yeah You know how we doin' this shit Phat Kat! One, two – Detroit