7/26/2013, 1:49 am
Detroit “Rock” City
I smoke crack pipe almost every night
Nine o' clock, the city is full of plight
I smoke a bong and it pulls me through
Weed is strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
No work to help me make ends meet
Get out
Union rules have put me on the street
You gonna lose your job in Detroit “Rock” City
Get up
No drugs are gonna make me tweak
Get down
Hit the hood and take to the street
Getting baked
I just can't wait
Got my glock and I know I oughta go reload
First I drink, then I smoke
Steal a car, and I try to score some midnight blow
Get up
No drugs are gonna make me tweak
Get down
Hit the road and take to the street
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I feel I'm movin' much too slow
I'm on 8 mile, feel so alive
Hard Core Pawn, hocking jewelry at the Detroit store.
It goes
Get up
No jobs to help me make ends meet
Get down
Union rules have put me out on the street
You really shouldn't move to Detroit “Rock” City
Twelve o'clock, I need more “rock”
Police check up ahead, cop is starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
Going to jail gonna live there for most my life
Why
Get up
No jobs to help you make ends meet
Get out