[Intro: Boldy James]
(It's Big Trouble in Lil' China) With the guapanese
We pull up with them llamas, nigga get to coppin' pleas
Bricks from Tijuana, field full of poppy seeds
Twenty-thirty tons of marijuana, that's a lot of weed
I know some twenties and some fifties with a lot of cheese
Keep cannons and they marked with cannons, we the Soda Club
I'm from Detroit where niggas hate before they show you love
Where everybody do the race and run off on the plug
[Chorus: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where niggas took more than they ever gave
Home of the host with the most and them [?]
(Detroit) Home of the pushers where they catching plays
Eyes open, wide-shut, looking for them better days
(I'm from Detroit) 6 Milin' like a set of trays
Thuggin' with my niggas on the dike, cradle to the grave
(Detroit) Where niggas wildin' playing with them Ks
Big timin' or they dickridin' tryna catch a tray
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where niggas in the county fighting floaters
Used to seeing corpse and the smell of dead body odors
Jumped off the porch of Belvidere, none of the children there
Was silver spoon-fed, shit, we ain't even have no silverware
Was shopping nicks, reminiscing with my nigga Travis
How we droppin' shit, flicking niggas like a pissy mattress
Still in that water, waist-deep like a Christian baptist
Keep something [?] on my hip like this bitch a cactus
They catch him with another clap, I'm getting sent to Jackson
So it's either get caught with the strap or catch a nigga lackin'
I know some niggas cracking trays, I know some niggas stackin'
Slit your throat without no aftershave, no burying the hatchet
I owe a nigga a couple straps, full metal jacket
On the same block, in the same hood where it happened
AR blue in flames looking like a fire-breathing dragon
Don't want no smoke? Well, get some fucking nicotine packs
(It's Big Trouble in Lil' China) With the guapanese
We pull up with them llamas, nigga get to coppin' pleas
Bricks from Tijuana, field full of poppy seeds
Twenty-thirty tons of marijuana, that's a lot of weed
I know some twenties and some fifties with a lot of cheese
Keep cannons and they marked with cannons, we the Soda Club
I'm from Detroit where niggas hate before they show you love
Where everybody do the race and run off on the plug
[Chorus: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where niggas took more than they ever gave
Home of the host with the most and them [?]
(Detroit) Home of the pushers where they catching plays
Eyes open, wide-shut, looking for them better days
(I'm from Detroit) 6 Milin' like a set of trays
Thuggin' with my niggas on the dike, cradle to the grave
(Detroit) Where niggas wildin' playing with them Ks
Big timin' or they dickridin' tryna catch a tray
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where niggas in the county fighting floaters
Used to seeing corpse and the smell of dead body odors
Jumped off the porch of Belvidere, none of the children there
Was silver spoon-fed, shit, we ain't even have no silverware
Was shopping nicks, reminiscing with my nigga Travis
How we droppin' shit, flicking niggas like a pissy mattress
Still in that water, waist-deep like a Christian baptist
Keep something [?] on my hip like this bitch a cactus
They catch him with another clap, I'm getting sent to Jackson
So it's either get caught with the strap or catch a nigga lackin'
I know some niggas cracking trays, I know some niggas stackin'
Slit your throat without no aftershave, no burying the hatchet
I owe a nigga a couple straps, full metal jacket
On the same block, in the same hood where it happened
AR blue in flames looking like a fire-breathing dragon
Don't want no smoke? Well, get some fucking nicotine packs
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