South Park - Broadway - Sözleri

f/ Rasheed



[Verse 1: SPM]

Now we sleep all day and party all night

Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes

I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside

We rollin in the 'burban on them killa 22's

Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins

You can take Kelly's booty, I'ma do Kim's

Cops dont like me, not everyone agrees

I sag so low that my belts around my knees

Bass be boomin, make the girls butts wiggle

My girls gettin drunk and she's showin me her nipples

Sunday afternoon, I put Mason on the map

23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack

'cause the dopeman got em in a 6-4 drop

Sometimes I'm on elbow, sometimes I'm on chop

Dopehouse Clique, and we all got cloud

Peace to DJ Lobo and my homie Bill Styles



(SPM)



'cause my posse's is on Broadway...

(Rasheed)

I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga

Smoke fry with my nigga, shine with my nigga

I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga

Stay high with my nigga, my nigga

My Nigga



[Verse 2: SPM]

Chickens in my kitchen cookin in my stove

Hanging with my niggas in the Hillwood Grove

Imagine I've been saggin ever since I could walk

Been beggin you to listen ever since I could talk

Double-in my money, even make it triple

I've never been a bum, but I'm beggin for a nickel

Still dippin sticks with a throwed ass bitch

Roll with fuckin killers, we all got straps

Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss

Slip em in a coma, slangin on my cut

Walkin through my hood with a woodgrain mac

It took alot of work to get my block so crunk

(SPM)



'cause my posse's on Broadway...



(Rasheed)

I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga

Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga

Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga

On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga

My Nigga



[Verse 3: SPM]

Now we back in population, we all got straps

Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs

The wheels keep turnin, I'm choppin up the wind

I see the ladies lookin, they wanna jump in

Now the front ends hoppin and the car begins to dance

Ridin too deep, in the 4-door '77

My 40 ounce bottle, is spillin on my pants

I'm tryin to count my TV's, I think i got eleven

Now we all got love for the '63 Impala

Ruby is the short one, claimin Guatemala

Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin like a bunny

Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny

Bird's keep flyin, I feel like a Hawaiian

'cause my backyard looks like an exotic island

Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left

I make a U-Turn, ''cause I'm BROADWAY TO MY DEATH



(Rasheed)

(SPM)

'cause my posse's on Broadway...



I roll with my nigga, smoke with my nigga

Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga

Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga

I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga

My Nigga

Pop pills with my nigga, steal for my nigga

Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga

I'd kill for my nigga, feel my nigga

On wheels with my nigga, my nigga



My Nigga

SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL

SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE

SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL(*gunshots*)

SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE

														   

														   



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