T3 - D-Boyz lyrics

[Intro : Wajeed] W AA JE ED, ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, yah It's serious, go ahead C'mon now down in Detroit [Verse 1 : T3] See where I'm from, n***as 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 gla**es, 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 b**h-a**, we ask last and then smash Pa** the cops, I don't give a f** I'm playin' Conscious n***as hold pistols in Detroit This ain't Orange County, n***a, this is Detroit And I'm a D-boy I'm building the "estroy" Home of the Lords and the motherf**ing Cheddar Boys Hex murderer, trick-trick We click-click, boom And let the pistols clear the room, I a**ume Come to my city, you better holla Or watch out for my n***as 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 n***as move pounds We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz We shoot this f**er up and make a n***a run a mile We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz [Verse 2 : T3] And we roll deep, ask some motherf**er about we We on our feet Sorry, [?] got me acting rowdy Just enough Bacardi but this is how we party Probably step in the joint for some Henny and some Coke Part of my code, I prolly got a nina in my coat Gucci ... heads up on my toe, I'm a goat Plus the cash that I throw is like it never touch the floor [?] Yeah, such a professional The blow and the 'dro in the floor near the dresser drawer Take us as 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 n***as gay like Eddie Mercury Baby momma going down slow Ron Burgundy Forty cal. wake n***as early like courtesy calls Y'all on my balls like Pilate cla** Shotty blast, ring of fire, like Johnny Cash I don't eat rappers, I eat baby mommas 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 voice mail Cause she's with the G's, me and T3 Espy, 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 n***as bars gay like that one on Police Academy Actually, these n***as 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] [Outro : Waajeed] I dare you come on, yo One, two And we're k**ing this rap sh** Black Milk, Guilty Simpson, yeah, Slum Village, Elzhi, yeah You know how we're doing this sh**, fat cat One, two, Detroit