From tha D Remix (feat. Eminem & Kid Rock)

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)