Broadway

Lyrics

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
 (SPM)
 Cuz 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
 Hanging with my niggas 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 ass bitch
 Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss
 Roll with fuckin 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
 (SPM)
 Cuz my posse's on Broadway...
 (Rasheed)
 I eat with my nigga, sleep with my nigga
 Cook beef with my nigga, Creep with my nigga
 On feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga
 Pack heat with my nigga, my nigga
 My Nigga
 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 nigga, smoke with my nigga
 Fuck hoes with my nigga, blow with my nigga
 Buy clothes with my nigga, throw with my nigga
 Cook dope with my nigga, my nigga
 My Nigga
 I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga
 Pop pills with my nigga, steal for 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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Song Details

Duration
04:32
Key
9
Tempo
148 BPM

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