(Intro: Obie Trice)
Yeah
Ay, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs nigga?
You know.
Detroit city!
(Chorus: Obie Trice)
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go.
(1st verse: Obie Trice)
You are not convincing
When Detroit blocks stay fucked with henchmen
Niggaz get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit
Straight detention, a nigga doing tension
Once released he on that music buisness
When viewing 106 and them cafeterias
Only to find that rap's actually serious
Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilence
Same shit that sent em upper Michigan
Us is pimping, a difference, from any city I visited
It's that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, period
Use O as a reference to that sentence
The message I'm sending you, best just pay attention.
(Chorus)
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go.
(2nd Verse: Big Herc)
If you don't like how I act then blow me
I don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
Man what's up with that scratch you owe me?
Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe
Big Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the D
It's cut-throat, better be packing homie
And niggaz get they shit split for acting phonie
We're known for the glocks and the choppas
These niggaz'll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers
We got real G's and lots of imposters
I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastas
Ya'll niggaz ain't impress me yet
Ya'll yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press eject
See we known for the car shows, running from the narcos
Keep them bottles coming, we gon pop em till the bar close.
(Chorus:)
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go. (x2)
(Outro: Trick Trick)
Here we go muthafuckers
This the muthafuckin back acha Trick
Don't even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
This is where the real killers at
Detroit muthafucker!
Ain't never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggas
Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga
We got something for your ass.
(Laughter)
