Lyrics

[Intro] Shifty, shifty Shifty shifty shifty [Verse 1] Shifty, nifty Rollin' down a freeway doin' a buck fifty, swiftly I got my Uzi with me, just in case some shit be They hate us niggas from the D-E-T Especially off the E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E Cheddar boy getting big money Fuck rats, crush skulls with baseball bats With nails in 'em, bust you in the knee caps Break arms, bloody up your fat farm Pluck every diamond out your record company charm And hock it, the mic is like a kilo when I rock it Them Detroit niggas big bank in his pocket I clock it and knock it so hard that the bitches jock it Fuck with me, I'm shooting off sky rockets Packing pistols and pumps, so when it's time to pop it You can call the cops, and they still can't stop it [Spoken: Richard Pryor] Cops put a hurting on your ass, man, you know They really degrade you White folks don't believe that shit Don't beliеve cops degrade "Ah, comе on, those beatings Those people were resisting arrest!" [Verse 2] One two three four, ever heavenly Helly Hellava, I'm slippin' out America E-S-H to the A to the M I'm deadly like a [?] watch me mental abuse them Who's them niggas from Detroit yellin' NATAS? My flames is the hottest, I sport a [?] (That's [?]) I sport a [?], (That's [?]) I sport a [?] (That's [?]) Why they spit trying to be like me? The out coldest emcee from the D (From where?) E-T-R-O-I-T [Spoken: Richard Pryor] An hour ago there was a robbery, nigga looks just like you [Outro] Grab your guns (And bust) Grab your guns (Load 'em up and bust) Grab your guns (And bust, load 'em up and bust, bust) Grab your guns (And bust) Grab your guns (Load 'em up and bust) Grab your guns (And bust, bust, bust) [Spoken: Richard Pryor] Yeah, nigga, I got somethin' for yo ass Got some advice Better lay off that narcotic, nigga That shit done made you null and void I ain't lying, boy, what's wrong with you? Why don't you straighten up, get a job? Get a job? Motherfucker, you talkin' to the kid, baby