Broadway

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

(SPM)
Cuz my posse's is on Broadway...

(Rasheed)
I ride with my nigg*, lie for my nigg*
Smoke fry with my nigg*, shine with my nigg*
I'd die for my nigg*, cry for my nigg*
Stay high with my nigg*, my nigg*
My nigg*

Verse 2: SPM
Hanging with my 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 as* b*tch
Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss
Roll with fkin 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 nigg*, sleep with my nigg*
Cook beef with my nigg*, Creep with my nigg*
On feet with my nigg*, drink with my nigg*
Pack heat with my nigg*, my nigg*
My nigg*

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 nigg*, smoke with my nigg*
fk hoes with my nigg*, blow with my nigg*
Buy clothes with my nigg*, throw with my nigg*
Cook dope with my nigg*, my nigg*
My nigg*
I chill with my nigg*, deal with my nigg*
Pop pills with my nigg*, steal for my nigg*
I'd kill for my nigg*, feel my nigg*
On wheels with my nigg*, my nigg*
My nigg*

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