Crewzin’ Down 7 Mile lyrics

[VERSE 1]
Woke up in the mornin' 'cause my snooze wasn't workin'
Got funky fresh and took a swig of Erk & j*rk and
Stepped outside, jumped into my ride
Seen a couple of freaks standin' down at the store
I started to go down there
I seen my man GG
He said they all ugly, so f*ck them hoes
I kept on cruisin' to get my boy TNT
He said "What's up?"
I said "What's up? You comin' to hang with me"
We jumped in the car and hit the mile with style
When the hoes saw a n*gga all they said was "Wow!"
We rollin' off East and we headed out West
Just in case they ill I got my bullet proof vest
But it ain't complete without the heat under the seat
But I won't f*ck with you unless you f*ck with me
Hoes givin' looks and smile
But I'm here to profile with style and cruise 7 Mile

[HOOK]
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("Suck my di*k")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("b*tch on the gank move")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("Still talkin' sh*t")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("Suck my di*k")
[VERSE 2]
Hit the West side 'cause that's where all the hoes at
And every real n*gga in Detroit knows that
I'm rollin' low profile ridin' the bumps
f*ck the police, I let my system thump
Boom is the sound you hear comin' from the rear
And all the b*tches say, "Look, look down there!"
Low down, dirty dog 3 inches off the ground
Feel the bass knockin' on the other side of town
Some n*ggas into gang bangin', some into dope slangin'
I'm into f*ckin' hoes, countin' cash, and street hangin'
Never like another bro, better ask your mother ho
Reel Life Production is f*ckin' up your stereo
Ridin' like a rodeo, hoes wanna holler so
Pull to the curb, what's your name and your number ho
Haven't got time for the lines I'm throwin' ya
Give me your number, later on I'll call ya
The b*tch gave me her number and left with a smile
I know how to play that ho 'cause I met her on 7 Mile

[HOOK]
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("b*tch")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("Criminal minded")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("Gangster Boogie, Gangster Boogie")
Cruisin' down 7 Mile
("How you like me now")
[VERSE 3]
Rollin'g off West and I'm headed for the East Side
I see some hoes pointin' saying, "There goes Esham!"
Not watchin' the road, thinkin' about what they said
I hit a crackhead, now the crackhead's dead
Hit and run, f*ck him 'cause he's already dead
Besides I did him a favor, he was a crackhead
Besides I ain't stoppin', I'll let the next car stop
It gives me more time to get down the block
And make a right, chill into the crib for a while
And keep my black ass off 7 Mile

[OUTRO]