From the D
Remix
Detroit!
From the D (ok)
From the D (Eminem)
From the D (Kid Rock, Trick Trick)
From the D (Big Proof)
From the D
From the D (ok, Detroit)
From the D (ok)
From the D
From the D (stand up)
From the D (this is the official)
From the D
From the D (Slim Shady)
Ooh wow, look at these bitches up in this club
Man, I'm getting me some digits 'fore I leave up out this club and it's like
Ooh, pow wham bam thank you ma'am, I ain't kissing you on them lips
But I'd be glad to shake your hand and let's get blew out
Let's start some shit tonight, just let me pick a chick
Then I'ma leave me with tonight then we get to fightin' then
Ooh, wow this music makes me rowdy
How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one It's like
Ooh, wow and one more shot of Hpnotiq
And I'm out of control, my body I go robotic and blow a fuse out
Homies is like you startin' to stagger, and I'm like nah that's just my swagger
And I'm dancing with this cute black girl and I'm
Loose now, I don't want to fight I feel like partyin'
Go until the CD tips my bicardi and bicardi is making me loose my
Snooze now and never fails I know I'm going to jail
I might as well take the laces out of my shoes now
From the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm the kid that rocks, the thugs and cops
The blacks the whites, the whys the nots
The young the old, the bold and the wicked
Now who here has got any Kid Rock tickets
I can't fix what isn't broke
So mix me up another Jim Beam and Coke
Pass the J chop one out
'Cause that's what a muh'fucker's all about!
Catch my drift here's my point
I'm laid and paid and made in Detroit
The old Mount Clemens face the bandit
The only real mac left on the planet
You sell CDs at two bucks a pop
I make 300 Gs every time a bus stops
The kid Proof (Eminem and Trick)
And if you don't like it then suck my duck, ra!
From the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
It's the bad guy Detroit City's head buster
With a middle finger up like "Fuck y'all punks"
Got the whole world pissed off think I give a fuck?
One wrong move we gon' fuck y'all niggas up
Y'all from the "Hollyhood" I haven't seen the place
Hit you in the head with the K and then see ya face
Make a phone call 'fore you come to my city
Or you leave in a bag with your drawers all shitty
Y'all talk big shit big fellas on the internet
Me, I'm into demonstrating y'all ain't did it yet
All yo' niggas and all yo' guns
I done been to your city ain't seen them once
So don't keep talking, I'ma catch your ass one day
Don't keep walking, 'cause you don't really want gun play
Swearing you a G, look close no he ain't
He did told me in the first 48, Detroit!
From tha D
From tha D
From tha D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from tha D
From tha D
From tha D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (what up Deizel?)
I'm from the D
From the D
I'm from the D (I'm from the D!)
Detroit
Eminem
Kid Rock
Trick Trick
Big Proof
DJ Thrilla
Goon Squad
Citra
True fam
What up Swist (wooh!)
(You be sure to be very careful when you go to Detroit)
(It's very dangerous out there)
Detroit!
From the D (ok)
From the D (Eminem)
From the D (Kid Rock, Trick Trick)
From the D (Big Proof)
From the D
From the D (ok, Detroit)
From the D (ok)
From the D
From the D (stand up)
From the D (this is the official)
From the D
From the D (Slim Shady)
Ooh wow, look at these bitches up in this club
Man, I'm getting me some digits 'fore I leave up out this club and it's like
Ooh, pow wham bam thank you ma'am, I ain't kissing you on them lips
But I'd be glad to shake your hand and let's get blew out
Let's start some shit tonight, just let me pick a chick
Then I'ma leave me with tonight then we get to fightin' then
Ooh, wow this music makes me rowdy
How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one It's like
Ooh, wow and one more shot of Hpnotiq
And I'm out of control, my body I go robotic and blow a fuse out
Homies is like you startin' to stagger, and I'm like nah that's just my swagger
And I'm dancing with this cute black girl and I'm
Loose now, I don't want to fight I feel like partyin'
Go until the CD tips my bicardi and bicardi is making me loose my
Snooze now and never fails I know I'm going to jail
I might as well take the laces out of my shoes now
From the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm the kid that rocks, the thugs and cops
The blacks the whites, the whys the nots
The young the old, the bold and the wicked
Now who here has got any Kid Rock tickets
I can't fix what isn't broke
So mix me up another Jim Beam and Coke
Pass the J chop one out
'Cause that's what a muh'fucker's all about!
Catch my drift here's my point
I'm laid and paid and made in Detroit
The old Mount Clemens face the bandit
The only real mac left on the planet
You sell CDs at two bucks a pop
I make 300 Gs every time a bus stops
The kid Proof (Eminem and Trick)
And if you don't like it then suck my duck, ra!
From the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (I'm from the D!)
It's the bad guy Detroit City's head buster
With a middle finger up like "Fuck y'all punks"
Got the whole world pissed off think I give a fuck?
One wrong move we gon' fuck y'all niggas up
Y'all from the "Hollyhood" I haven't seen the place
Hit you in the head with the K and then see ya face
Make a phone call 'fore you come to my city
Or you leave in a bag with your drawers all shitty
Y'all talk big shit big fellas on the internet
Me, I'm into demonstrating y'all ain't did it yet
All yo' niggas and all yo' guns
I done been to your city ain't seen them once
So don't keep talking, I'ma catch your ass one day
Don't keep walking, 'cause you don't really want gun play
Swearing you a G, look close no he ain't
He did told me in the first 48, Detroit!
From tha D
From tha D
From tha D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from tha D
From tha D
From tha D (I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
From the D
From the D (what up Deizel?)
I'm from the D
From the D
I'm from the D (I'm from the D!)
Detroit
Eminem
Kid Rock
Trick Trick
Big Proof
DJ Thrilla
Goon Squad
Citra
True fam
What up Swist (wooh!)
(You be sure to be very careful when you go to Detroit)
(It's very dangerous out there)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert J Ritchie, Christian Anthony Mathis, Marshall B Iii Mathers
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