Can’t Nobody

[Intro]
Yeah, it's Bugz, Outsidaz, Dirty Dozen, it's the good life ain't it

[Verse]
Bugzy be bad to the bone, so bad I grab the chrome
Ran up in the home, put that bitch upside her dome
Asked "Where the money?" They told me I was gone
Flip that shit terrific copping eighties off a zone
Now my money stacking like skyscrapers in Manhattan
Plus the women in my circle grant my wishes like Aladdin
My belt made gators, still my old jeans be saggin'
I guess it's from the pressure that's applied by this magnum
Fuck it, Bugz is rugged all the rowdy bitches love it
Cause I guzzled all my brew and smoked my weed right out in public
Over half my homies got a grudge with Axel Foley
In fact I hate the police, they got three warrants on me
But still be wired up, drunk as hell and high as fuck
Pry a white boy out a truck, ready to start a riot up
"Put the rope around the bumper, grab his ankles tie him up"
Repeating [Jasper?] backwards in the fucking firetruck, what?

[Outro x4]
Detroit big city of thugs
But can't nobody buss a rhyme like Bugz
I got styles for ya', styles for ya'
Detroit!