Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Detroit City Lyrics: Seven The General Ft. Guilty Simpson & Bizarre

Detroit’s Seven The General and producer Nick Speed are teaming up for a new project called “A.R.T. (All Relative Things)”. Here is the first release featuring Guilty Simpson and Bizzare, called "Detroit City".

Seven The General Ft. Guilty Simpson & Bizarre – Detroit City Lyrics

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Hey look, we got dope and cars, blowing bags
My d the top 10, hood cut the tabs
We got dough and wars, coke and cash
Pay the cab driver after just to hold the mac
This is Detroit, where your yays get snapped
Be a left south west, where they raised the map
It’s the birth place of balling, all praise to that
Sucker roy, u whores, big k’s and crack
I’m from Detroit, big city of dreams
Where my dogs all roll, the broads pop beams
Shut em all down close, then go drop clean
Fashion show out on the block, I’m on my team
Crew ball 19’s all set the new vets to the city street
Me and music speed, tryina build an empire off a cassie kings, yeah nigga

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Yo, I’m from the motor, so controller
Grab an odor, the mike and meet my next quota
I roll through the alley, get bold over,
Dol folders, speak sicker than ebola
Tree blower, Detroit raised me
Marine light team, should have crushed a navy
I name my name I bust it baby
But know I’m not fliest, but I rock live
I could freestyle and crush your top 5
Ice griller niggas, we slap on cock eyes
I spit a rhyme and watch my stock rise
Unemployed rappers, I pay em to swaw flies
I make em all retire, and become my squires
Cause I spit fire, peace to the regiment
Straight from a motor city veteran
Ah, building an empire, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Mac julien and top 10, wabi I and earl fiend
What you smoking on bizarre, I’m smoking on yen
Take a puff and pass to your man
I’m a best friend, the home of the jets
Stop by striby sports, where I grab my outfits
7 miles down, the home of bizzare
10 miles in …for stop by mail far
I’m getting money in an old school cuddy
You want his cartier then bitch take it from me
Hit bout lies, stop by river rules
Hope you join role, nigga don’t act a fool
Detroit city, the home of the collies
Fake old pop, with chees and belony
Yo, start the beat up
Uh, dj first

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit
There’s no time like motel, you’re at the heart of it
7’s a part of it
Stand up and turn around Detroit.

Posted by Anthonia | Rating: 4.5
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