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South Park Mexican - Broadway lyrics
f/ 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 (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 [Verse 2: SPM] 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 [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 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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