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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN : Broadway lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "Broadway"

(feat. Rasheed)
[Verse 1: SPM]
Now we sleep all day and party all night

I'm picking up my homie from the what, Northside
Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes
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

23rd and Sherman, I stop to get a sack
Sunday afternoon, I put Mason on the map
Cuz 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

Cuz my posse's is on Broadway...

I ride with my ^!$$%, lie for my ^!$$%

Smoke fry with my ^!$$%, shine with my ^!$$%
I'd die for my ^!$$%, cry for my ^!$$%
Stay high with my ^!$$%, my ^!$$%

My ^!$$%

[Verse 2: SPM]

Hanging with my ^!$$%s in the Hillwood Grove
Chickens in my kitchen cookin in my stove
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 $$# (*##$
Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss
Roll with $#&@in killers, we all got straps

Walkin through my hood with a woodgrain mac
Slip em in a coma, slangin on my cut
It took alot of work to get my block so crunk

Cuz my posse's on Broadway...

I eat with my ^!$$%, sleep with my ^!$$%

Cook beef with my ^!$$%, Creep with my ^!$$%
On feet with my ^!$$%, drink with my ^!$$%
Pack heat with my ^!$$%, my ^!$$%

My ^!$$%

[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
My 40 ounce bottle, is spillin on my pants

Ridin too deep, in the 4-door '77
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
Bobby is the mix-breed, people think he's funny
Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin like a bunny

Bird's keep flyin, I feel like a Hawaiian
Cuz my backyard looks like an exotic island
Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left

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


Cuz my posse's on Broadway...


I roll with my ^!$$%, smoke with my ^!$$%
$#&@ hoes with my ^!$$%, blow with my ^!$$%
Buy clothes with my ^!$$%, throw with my ^!$$%
Cook dope with my ^!$$%, my ^!$$%
My ^!$$%

I chill with my ^!$$%, deal with my ^!$$%
Pop pills with my ^!$$%, steal for my ^!$$%
I'd kill for my ^!$$%, feel my ^!$$%
On wheels with my ^!$$%, my ^!$$%
My ^!$$%


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