There They Go Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

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 

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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 

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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