Obie Trice Lyrics

There They Go Lyrics

Yeah, ay, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs, nigga?
You know
Detroit City

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

You are not convincing
When Detroit blocks stay flocked 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 business
When viewing 106 and them cafeterias
Only to find that rap's actually serious

Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilance
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

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

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

Y'all niggaz ain't impress me yet
Y'all 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

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, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go

Meat cleaver, leave a gas in a bitches ass
See her dreams of being an R and B singer diva
Leave her face, cut her from the waist
Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face

And this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangsta
It ain't just New York or L.A. that pains no more
There's Latin Coun' Kings here
Southside, four, East Side and Gansen

Nuthin' but ganglands and spray paint cans
And when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancing
That window rolls down and that tre-eight's dancing
And them shooters don't miss, homie they hate chancing

Straight for the dome and it's vacate fast and
Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue Dodge flashing
Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened
And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
But just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing

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, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go

Here we go motherfuckers
This the motherfuckin' back acha Trick
Don't even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
This is where the real killers at Detroit motherfucker

Ain't never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggaz
Matter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga
We got something for your ass