| I know you all wanna know what’s it all about |
| Trying to get up in this game, I’m trying to get up out |
| You wanna get some money, homie, get a paper route |
| If I don’t get it out her ass, I get it out her mouth |
| Comin' down Seven Mile bangin' no doubt |
| And I get in all the parties 'cause I got a lot of clout |
| When these rappers bite me, all I do is yell «ouch» |
| Knock 'em out in the first round, down for the count |
| And my name Esham, how my name is pronounced |
| And I only rock shows for the largest amounts |
| Might catch me out in Cali with the homies, blow an ounce |
| Basketball dunk on your girlfriend, and I bounce |
| I’m a Detroit player like Adidas top tens |
| Take at least a thousand jackers to check me in |
| Pray to the Lord that I never see a day in the pen |
| I’m forever chasin' paper so I stay in the win |
| I’m from the D-E-T-R-O-I-T |
| I pack a 9 milli, fuck karate |
| I be cheffin' in the kitchen, P-A-I-D |
| Never on the radio, so you can’t play me |
| I put the bang gang boogie in your body |
| But I’m just here to rock the, rock the party |
| I got that bang bang boogie, the boogie the bang bang |
| My homies in the hood be doing the same thang |
| I got that bang bang boogie, the boogie the bang bang |
| My homies in the hood be doing the same thang |