Rasheed - Broadway lyrics

[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 k**a 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 Ba** be boomin, make the girls bu*ts 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 (SPM) Cuz my posse's is on Broadway... (Rasheed) I ride with my n***a, lie for my n***a Smoke fry with my n***a, shine with my n***a I'd die for my n***a, cry for my n***a Stay high with my n***a, my n***a My n***a [Verse 2: SPM] Hanging with my n***as 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 a** b**h Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss Roll with f**in k**ers, 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 (SPM) Cuz my posse's on Broadway... (Rasheed) I eat with my n***a, sleep with my n***a Cook beef with my n***a, Creep with my n***a On feet with my n***a, drink with my n***a Pack heat with my n***a, my n***a My n***a [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 (SPM) Cuz my posse's on Broadway... (Rasheed) I roll with my n***a, smoke with my n***a f** hoes with my n***a, blow with my n***a Buy clothes with my n***a, throw with my n***a Cook dope with my n***a, my n***a My n***a I chill with my n***a, deal with my n***a Pop pills with my n***a, steal for my n***a I'd k** for my n***a, feel my n***a On wheels with my n***a, my n***a My n***a SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERfu*kIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERfu*kIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERfu*kIN HOUSE YA'LL(*gunshots*) SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERfu*kIN HOUSE!!