I got this from someone. I thought it was soo funny and I should share it with you guys.
This is a story that I’d like to tell,
About a city named Dearborn,
and how it put me through hell.
This whole problem started when I first got my car,
Put a system,
some tints,
and that cool looking bar.
For a little while we were having some fun,
with the windows half down and Ali shotgun.
We would either drive slow,
or drive very fast,
Depending on which girl had a nice ass.
If it got cold, no need for a frown,
We’d just crank up the heat and the windows stayed down!
Our luck in the Heights wasn’t all that,
So we went to East Dearborn and started to rat.
The journey began down Warren at last!
Unaware the Rat Mobile was all outta gas.
We quickly went to Mobil and filled it all up,
And since we’re high rollers we pay at the pump.
Each girl we saw would just look and then shank,
Even if she was bad or just plain old tank.
It started to worsen as we kept driving ‘round,
So we busted more laps and turned up the sound.
Driving down Schaeffer we started to see,
Most the people in the streets looked Iraqi.
They smoke the arguili and they all have no jobs And they all gather ‘round at the Iraqi Kabobs.
Next on the list…
Creative Image salon,
Haytham doesn’t close
until everyone’s gone.
If you come and you leave
he won’t be your friend
He’ll go chase you down
in his two thousand Benz.
The night got so boring,
Id rather be sick!
Ali made up some bull****
‘bout him and some chick,
It didn’t make sense
because Ali’s a nerd,
So I just kept on driving,
ignoring all that I heard.
Still driving around I got paged 911,
My mothers own way of ending my fun.
I stepped on the gas and tried to get home
Ali lifted his shirt to grab his cell phone.
He gave it to me and I began to dial fast,
I knew that my ass was about to be grass!
Ali started to laugh as he heard my Mom yell, Not knowing his pager had gone off as well.
The laughter had stopped,
and we both held on tight,
As I cruised down Ford Road,
in the middle of the night.
I went quicker and faster,
all was at ease,
But I totally forgot,
about the ****ing police.
He pulled me right over and gave me a ticket
I called him “Jabroni” and told him to “stick it”.
He put me and Ali in the back of the car,
We both knew our lives weren’t going very far.
First was Ali,
the cop knocked on his door,
His father answered…
his jaw dropped to the floor.
The guy lifted his foot,
seeing Ali in tears,
and grabbed the deadly slipper
which every kid fears.
When Ali went to sleep
he was all full of bumps,
I also should mention
he was grounded for months !
Soon it was my turn,
the cop rang the bell
My younger brother answered,
his hair full of gel.
Mama he cried,
“there’s police at the door”
I received a quick smack
and was beaten some more.
I thought to myself
how could this be
Ratting isn’t worth
being beaten badly
When you get older
all this driving ain’t fun
So I leave you with 4 words…
Jet Bro I’m Done.