DJ Butter, Wesley Valentine, Proof - All Star Game lyrics
[DJ Butter, Wesley Valentine, Proof - All Star Game lyrics]
Yeah, yeah you know who it be
313, Detroit City putting it on the map baby
That nigga Lil' B, the nigga Proof
DJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in here
Uh, huh, uh huh
Coming through my hood showin
Off misusing your ice you think twice
Is it really worth loosing your life
See I roll with them cats
Who about pocketing their cheese
Smackin other cats with the gat make
Them drop to they knees
In tropical trees niggas with me pack in heat
And their Glock gonna squeeze makin your
Life stop in your sleep
But, you know I'm about crusin with
The TV's stuck in the dash
Niggas like you they envy cause
I'm always lussin for cash
And the rush will go fast if
You not blockin my life
Blockin the ice of unfortunate let me
Go knock in your wife
Hang out the window of a limo
Then I'm yellin at hoes
If you catch me up in the
Regal then I'm sellin some O's
Bustin a shot up on your block
Leavin a shell in your toes
Stashin the Glock takin your knot
Then I bell for Nopose
Attached to Proof no longer now
A nigga rollin solo
Let me just snatch in your group up
And fuck up my last solo
We keep it real all the way
From the west to the east
So pick out your vest and your heat
Or you'll be restin in peace
Cause Lil' B and Proof
You know that we droppin the hottest shit
And y'all gonna be coppin it and
We comin and stoppin it
Aye yo, immature thinking had me lace
For fraud jewels
The rise of mutts chose to call true
Trapped up in the D, hustling with small dues
The game is my name so now you all lose
It's all in the mind, and we stay sound
My cuz scuttling on the times
Keeping his PA down
Got a squad full of goons, click, click
You rest in peace
I die never different type now
They blister my feet
Ain't gonna talk about the street shit
Who I beat with i hang with G's that get
It indicted in secret
Wants to beef with, aye yo
The lines or the nines
When I rhyme, I'm a shine
Pull my nine and leave you blind
Killin here's a death massage a skinny body
In Detroit best friends will kill
You quicker than anybody
Whether the seven deuce or the BK-thangs
Got a deal with the real that each day brings
Yo, I'm lovin my life cause every
Night older woman molests me
Go off next of me, so paranoid
That's where my chest should be
Testing me on top of my destiny
Getting the best of me, don't mess with me
Shootin aggressively
Impressin the referee, the flesh of thee
On the carpet if you have
Nerve to question me a less of me
Don't pass up the front where
The stress should be
Technically speakin I'm the one
Got the weaponry freakin
I spread when I'm sleep in reasons took
Out the tech and be creepin
Actually, I'm the nigga you will
See in your dreams
Me and my team will rob you for
Dough and flee with your cream
Don't ever approach
I'll put one in the back of your lungs
Hope you're packin your guns
Cause me to stackin some funds
A enemy's dream still sit's from
The top of her boots
Sending shots as a youth
Ain't no stoppin us Proof
You know, what what nigga, Detroit baby
About to blow
All star game, baby 99
313, Detroit City putting it on the map baby
That nigga Lil' B, the nigga Proof
DJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in here
Uh, huh, uh huh
Coming through my hood showin
Off misusing your ice you think twice
Is it really worth loosing your life
See I roll with them cats
Who about pocketing their cheese
Smackin other cats with the gat make
Them drop to they knees
In tropical trees niggas with me pack in heat
And their Glock gonna squeeze makin your
Life stop in your sleep
But, you know I'm about crusin with
The TV's stuck in the dash
Niggas like you they envy cause
I'm always lussin for cash
And the rush will go fast if
You not blockin my life
Blockin the ice of unfortunate let me
Go knock in your wife
Hang out the window of a limo
Then I'm yellin at hoes
If you catch me up in the
Regal then I'm sellin some O's
Bustin a shot up on your block
Leavin a shell in your toes
Stashin the Glock takin your knot
Then I bell for Nopose
Attached to Proof no longer now
A nigga rollin solo
Let me just snatch in your group up
And fuck up my last solo
We keep it real all the way
From the west to the east
So pick out your vest and your heat
Or you'll be restin in peace
Cause Lil' B and Proof
You know that we droppin the hottest shit
And y'all gonna be coppin it and
We comin and stoppin it
Aye yo, immature thinking had me lace
For fraud jewels
The rise of mutts chose to call true
Trapped up in the D, hustling with small dues
The game is my name so now you all lose
It's all in the mind, and we stay sound
My cuz scuttling on the times
Keeping his PA down
Got a squad full of goons, click, click
You rest in peace
I die never different type now
They blister my feet
Ain't gonna talk about the street shit
Who I beat with i hang with G's that get
It indicted in secret
Wants to beef with, aye yo
The lines or the nines
When I rhyme, I'm a shine
Pull my nine and leave you blind
Killin here's a death massage a skinny body
In Detroit best friends will kill
You quicker than anybody
Whether the seven deuce or the BK-thangs
Got a deal with the real that each day brings
Yo, I'm lovin my life cause every
Night older woman molests me
Go off next of me, so paranoid
That's where my chest should be
Testing me on top of my destiny
Getting the best of me, don't mess with me
Shootin aggressively
Impressin the referee, the flesh of thee
On the carpet if you have
Nerve to question me a less of me
Don't pass up the front where
The stress should be
Technically speakin I'm the one
Got the weaponry freakin
I spread when I'm sleep in reasons took
Out the tech and be creepin
Actually, I'm the nigga you will
See in your dreams
Me and my team will rob you for
Dough and flee with your cream
Don't ever approach
I'll put one in the back of your lungs
Hope you're packin your guns
Cause me to stackin some funds
A enemy's dream still sit's from
The top of her boots
Sending shots as a youth
Ain't no stoppin us Proof
You know, what what nigga, Detroit baby
About to blow
All star game, baby 99