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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com