Detroit State of Mind (Houseshoes Shout) Lyrics & Tabs by Elzhi
Detroit State of Mind (Houseshoes Shout)
guitar chords lyrics
Yeah, I'mma start this shit off, man
Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em
I'm out here with the dealers pumpin, the killers dumpin
Dead bodies in Lake Michigan that shake fishermen
Pimps turn into pastors, the fake bishops in the churches
Impostors determined of which you purchase
Or who you murked just a week ago dig up from search
And police raids Increase grades, someone deceased made
The front page and the priests prayed he went to heaven but the beast stayed
Now it's a war, flowers at more, funerals
You seen this boy go a few hours before
It's just the same story, they cutting more keys
When someone OD's in the same building on the same story
It's that ruthless drug addict, toothless turned doofus
Responsible for how wasted the youth is
When someone OD's in the same building on the same story
It's that ruthless drug addict, toothless turned doofus
Responsible for how wasted the youth is
We run up in your shop and steal, popping pills
At the house party with a hoodrat copping feels
Fucked her raw, mentality's like
Fuck the law, nowadays niggas buck when they woulda snuffed ya jaw
In the shittiest schemes where money is power
And shots go off at the funniest hour
Now its breaking news, it's best that you stay awake than snooze
They taking lives or they taking shoes
I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes
And paint a picture in my
good book thats full of verses
That ain't the scripture or from a religion
Judges put men under the prison
Shawties screamin they riders but ain't none of 'em drivin
I try to school cuz they dropped out,
once they popped out the pussy
They mad becuz they pussy pops out, now they a bastard
Life can be fatal in the hazard, from the cradle to the casket
I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime, snitches droppin dimes
I think of rhymes when I'm in a Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Be havin dreams that I'm a gangsta, sippin the bottles of Rozay
Chillin with my out of town connect named Jose
Tryna hustle for more pay, police in my do' way
I never have my head in the clouds cuz they could go gray
And that ain't my forte, so fuck a job
And who I stuck and robbed just the other day
Who's listenin to what they mother say, about finishin school
while crackheads tryna sling an HDTV
For rocks and snorts
the fast life is why the time on ya clocks is short
Even the shorties pullin Glocks from they boxin shorts
Rap sheet be so long that it shocks the course
It's why we called the Murder City
Tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty
Bad Boys before we heard of Diddy
Word, to Maserati, Rick, Demetrius Holloway
And those who celebrate by bustin guns on a Holiday
Happy to see another year, and it begins
Was told to watch for enemies that pretend to be friends
They hit you with the setup, I seen it all with my own two
The hood is like a glasshouse the Devil throws stones through
Many'll stress off the henny or sess
Maybe because the city is built above where Indians Rest
In Piece, police found deceased, its hair raising like Kelis
D-boys high, and workin they fleece, and bubble?
I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type that cracked shit
Wasn't hyped, she fell in love with the pipe
She had dreams, of being the next D. Ross or the Supremes
Overdosed in the lot, between the plot and the schemes
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind
