Song: Can't Nobody / Detroit Detroit
Artist: Bugz

[Bugz]
Yeah, this Bugz...Outsidaz...Dirty Dozen...D12...Good Lyfe...yo buss it

Bugz he bad with the bone so bad I grabbed a chrome
Ran up in a home put that bitch upside her dome
Ask "Where the Money", they told me it was gone
Pop that shit terrific poppin 80's off the zone
Now my money's stackin like skyscrapers in Manhattan
Plus the women in my circle grant my wishes like Aladdin
My belt is made of gators still my old jeans be saggin
I guess that it's applied by the pressure from this magnum
Fuck it, Bugz is rugged, all the rowdy bitches love it
Cuz I guzzle all my brew and smoke my weed right out in public
Over half my homies got a grudge with the Alex Folie's
In fact I hate the police, they got 3 warrants on me
But still be wired up, drunk as hell and high as fuck
Call a white boy out of truck ready to start a riot up
Put the rope the bumper grap his ankles tie him up
Repeat and jack her backwards in the fuckin firetruck
Detroit, big city of thugs
but can't nobody bust a rhyme like bugz
I got style for ya, style for ya
Detroit, Detroit
Big city of thugs
but can't nobody bust a rhyme like bugz
I got style for ya, style for ya
Detroit, Detroit