Promatic Promatic

[Intro: Proof & Dogmatic]
Ah
Promatic
Promaticness
Ayo P
What up Dog, huh
These motherfuckas don't understand what Promatic is all about
Man fuck these niggas, we gon' show these niggas man ya knowwhatimsayin?
You know, we on some ol' next shit (Some uh)
Hell yeah, next shit nigga, Detroit up in this motherfucka
Let 'em know
Just let these motherfuckas know 'Matic, come on (Hell naw)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
It's them niggas that disrespect women
That disrespect themselves, I'm straight fresh from jail
Making my way through Hell, marijuanas to smell
Dogmatic's the name, Detroit's the place that I dwell (Oh well)
It's slim pickings for punks, my pistol clips in
Popping caps at parties and steal all of your chickens (Gimme that!)
My Timbaland boots are worn to the rubber
From running from undercovers about the murder of 7 brothers (Man I don't know about that)
But all I ever wanted to do was to be an MC
But I didn't graduate so I bust 'til the clips empty
And Big Proof? He ain't no better he always tempting me
To smack the shit outta MC's that wants to diss me
My Momma took the key to the house and kicked me out
When she found out that I drink Remy Martin 'til I'm knocked out (GET OUT OF HERE NOW!)
Talk about me nice in the city because I got clout
Promatic's coming, bitch open up your mouth!