Strapped

[Intro: Guilty Simpson]

Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson

We're bringin' this one home for the D (J Dilla!)

Detroit City, there’s nothin’ like us

(What’s goin’ down?)

(Real)… yo!

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

I sit on the end at the movies and let my feet stick out

Any nigga with a problem get his teeth chipped out

Fuck around and get your fleet picked out

My nina ross is like window defrost when this heat kick out (out!)

Bring your heater when you come to the D

That’s why the invitation reads B.Y.O.G

Beyond focus, graduated from the ranks of hopeless

Great shot, my gun scopeless

It’s Detroit’s turn, sit back and learn

While we kick back and yearn

Sip 'gnac and burn the best weed

You wanna challenge my theory, my nigga, let’s bleed

Turn the Great Lakes into the Red Seas

I smell the bitch in you niggas from here

I’m in your face so I’m positive you’re hearin’ me clear (yeah!)

It's our year, there will be no fakin’