Lyrics:

I want it all in that in there, that's the cool shit
Pff-haha, y'all understand
*Breathe in* Look on the map
We don't need to wear with gloves on (Gloves on, gloves on)
We've been have a gloves on (Gloves on, gloves on), huh-huh
We're from Michigan (Michigan, Michigan)
But we called the map (Hahaha), it's cold (When we bring safe, baby! What!?)
(You got) Yo, for all the people out there claimers, sends me
Claimin' (Pryor Tigers)
(That's mine) That's mine (Oh my!) (That's mine), yo (That's mine) (Oh my)
Do you know what time it is?
You better come down to Motown, y'all (That's right)
You got mail

Yo, I'm a Detroit Playa like Biggie Smalls saids
So I never on tricks thats bald head
And the car you ridin' in, I know you loves black
I'm from Detroit baby, I been test drove back
And plus you dirty rat, you need a chineese slap
You say you wanna battle me, but you can't rap
In the new millenium, I hope you all would die
'Cause some of those styles yaw chouse is wild

Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)

My Detroit players

From the East out-of-towner, where you find TNT
With the smoke in my hand, in the fithy reme
Back 7 Mile, West to East, Westside, hit crashes, swervin'
One hundred spokes, hatas want me to crashin'
Pust I pack the plastic, the situation drastic
Clackin' all digital, the addition be critical
Still political, still poetic ho, yeah

Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (Yeah) (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (Yeah) (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T

My Detroit players

You say you wanted to get your gamble on, get your ride on
Get your bang on, slang on, get your trick on and get gone
In the wind like Ghandie, out huntin' for a fine little mommy
Might see 'E' on 7 M-I-L-E, Manhattan N-Y-C, East Coast to Cali
I be runnin' through this bitch like Barry Sanders
Detroit underground commander

You say you wanna bust somethin', disscus sometin'
Smoke a little crush somethin', plus ride a little plus on 'em
Bust somethin', disscus sometin'
Smoke a little crush somethin', plus ride a little plus on 'em

Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)
Baby, D-E-T-R-O-I-T (313)

My Detroit players

This goes out to all my homies! (313) (My Detroit players)
(Detroit! Now what?! What?! What?!)
New York calendars for all the players! (My Det-my Det-my-my Detroit players)
( )
Down in the dirty side! (313) (My Detroit players)
'Cause I (My Det-my Det-my-my Detroit players)
()
KFC y'all players, all over the planet! (My-my Detroit players)
Yo, it causes outta yo' rush ya or rush out! (My Det-my Det-my-my Detroit players)
(Yo, and keep your hands out!)
Eh-heh, yo! (Detroit) Did ya catch me?
Check this Slovakia! (Welcome to Centra!) Yo
Goodbye