作曲 : Hollon, Rhys, Stewart
Story about a hustler…
He was a boy from Detroit, home of the hustlers
Only homie he had was customers
Money was his best friend, he kept a fat stack next to him
And kept it close like next to kin
Daddy was an alcoholic street brawler
But he taught him all about cars and how to be a baller
Soon as he graduated, got a job at the factory
Promoted to the president, now he’s stacking G’s
But it wasn’t enough, he needed more
Cause he grew up poor
And he swore that he’d never be broke like he was back in the days
So he get paid
High salary for his inventions
But he didn’t have the best intentions
Charismatic maverick who was known to start static
With the bosses, but he also knew the demographic
So he quit
And started his own shit
I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
Maybe if you ride with me I’ll get you famous
May ’79 he was in full function
By the early 80s he was done with production
The introduction of the DMC-12
Spanking brand new, on the showroom for sale
Stainless steel, from the bumper to the grill
For the added appeal they got ill
With the gull-wing door, reversible transmission
Target marketed to the man with the ambition
That’s why you kinda gotta respect the man’s vision
Shoulda been applauded except demands didn’t reach expectation
No matter what he facing, he still dream chasing
He wanted to be the big money maker – mover, shaker
Pushing penthouse buttons in the elevator
Envisions of an innovator
But the company burnt up money like an incinerator
I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
Maybe if you ride with me I’ll make you famous
Baptized in the luxury pool
Dunk the bod, cleanse the wound
Never one to stick to the rules
Baptized in the luxury pool
I park it in the fire lane, don’t mind getting tickets
See it outside with a fly bitch up in it
Monochromatic finish, show you just where my name is
Maybe if you ride with me I’ll make you famous