Crewzin Down 7 Mile - Esham

Woke up in the morning’ cuz my snooze wasn’t workin’
Got funky fresh until the squigga erkin jerkin
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 GiGi
He said they all ugly, so fuck them hoes
I kept on cruisin’ to get my boy TNT
He said “what’s up?” I said “what’s up?”
You’re comin’ to hang with me
We jumped in the car and hit the mile with style
When the hoes saw a nigga, all they said was “wow”
We’re rollin’ off East, and we’re headed out West
Just incase they ill, I got my bulletproof vest
But it ain’t complete, without the heat under the seat
But I won’t fuck with you, unless you fuck with me
Hoes givin’ looks and smile
But I’m here to profile in style
And cruise 7 mile

Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!

Hit the West side, cuz that’s where all the hoes at
And ev’ry real nigga in Detroit knows that
I’m rollin’ low profile ridin’ the bumps
Fuck the police, I’ll let my system thump
BOOM is the sound you hear, comin’ from the rear
And all the bitches say “looky look down there!”
Low down, dirty dog, three inches off the ground
Feel the bass knockin’ on the other side of town
Some niggas into gang bangin’, some into dope slangin’
I’m into fuckin’ hoes, countin’ cash, and street hangin’
Never like another, bro better ask your motha, hoe!
Reel Life Productions fuckin’ up your stereo
Ridin’ like a rodeo, hoes wanna holla, so
Pull to the curb, what’s your name, and your number, hoe?
Haven’t got time for the lines I’m throwing ya
Gimme ya number, later on I’ll call ya
The bitch gave me her number and left with a smile
I know how to play that hoe
Cuz I met her on 7 mile

Crewzin down seven mile! 
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!

Rollin’ off West, and I’m headed for the East side
I see some hoes pointin’ sayin’ “look, it’s Esham”
Not watchin’ the road, thinkin’ ‘bout what they said
I hit a crack head, and now the crack head’s dead
Hit and run, fuck him, cuz he already dead
Besides, I did him a favor, he was a crack head
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 and chill into the crib for awhile
And keep my black-ass off 7 mile

Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!
Crewzin down seven mile!