[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

Be quiet

I know what you're thinking

Who the hell is that?

You in the club minding ya own business and out of nowhere you hear this

How you supposed to act

Neptunes, Royce 5'9"

It's my year, baby, uh

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Twelfth grade rode around, started out small

My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl

We was all outlaws with our fists balled

We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw

MCs battlin' at the club, for the plug

Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love

That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough

I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up

Uh oh, reality check, hold up

I gotta figure out a way to get this dough up

I don't want my son to hate me when he grow up

So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (Five-Nine, baby)

I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard

He said, "Look if you gon' be a star, be a star"

I got hot, got a deal took rap

Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

It's all simple, make a million off the intro

Y'all don't want it 'cause you still say ya fin' to

I'm finna blow like this shit is so mental

That's your life, it's your problem, and your pencil

Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich

You a fool if you don't, you see this

Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me

I don't want respect, I want you to fear me

Now look at me, this shit is getting real now

I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now

I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now

You thought I was ill befo', nah, I'm ill now

Come on with it, I can afford to kill now

Look at my son, ask him how he feel now

It's real now, daddy's got a pill now

Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, what the deal now

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

[Bridge: Tre' Little]

Detroit came up, you know we hot

Thirty years where it became a big lot

600s on chrome, you don't stop

Detroit we just hot

Young niggas stay fly at all times

Hoes twenty-one and under with gangsta rides

Keep our guns by our sides at all times

Detroit we just fly

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

You would love for me and you to switch places, won't ya?

You love hatin' don't ya? Hate just to hate, don't ya?

In the clubs yelling loud like you wanna fight

But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight

I'm the king, yo, I'm like the son of Jesus

We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it

Last cat that to try me, yeah, I looked passed him

But notice he's nowhere around, for you to ask him

Long as I got a crew, and two in the safe, baby

You could scream 'til you blue in the face, baby

We getting ours, we don't care who in the way, baby

Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could say, baby

We don't want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys

And we don't want the game neither, we just want the money

It makes sense don't it, the blocks with me

Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

[Bridge: Tre' Little]

Detroit came up, you know we hot

Thirty years where it became a big lot

600s on chrome, you don't stop

Detroit we just hot

Young niggas stay fly at all times

Hoes twenty-one and under with gangsta rides

Keep our guns by our sides at all times

Detroit we just fly

[Outro: Pharrell]

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