Tonalité : E major•
Intro 1
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Now we sleep
Verse 1
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all day and party all night
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I'm picking up my homie from the what,
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Northside
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Tommys on my shirt,
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and nike's on my shoes
We rollin in the 'burban on
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them killa 22's
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Hit the Southside, and pick up 2 twins
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You can take Kelly's booty,
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I'ma do Kim's
Cops don't like me, not everyone agrees
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I sag so low that my
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belts around my knees
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Bass be boomin',
make the girls butts wiggle
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My girls gettin' drunk and she's
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showin' me her nipples
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23rd and Sherman,
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I stop to get a sack
Sunday afternoon,
I put Mason on the map
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'Cause 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
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Peace to DJ Lobo and my
homie Bill Styles
Verse 2
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'Cause my posse's is on Broadway
Verse 3
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I ride with my nigga, lie for my nigga
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Smoke fry with my nigga,
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shine with my nigga
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I'd die for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Stay high with my nigga, my nigga
Verse 4
My Nigga
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Hanging with my niggas in
the Hillwood Grove
Chickens in my kitchen cookin'
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in my stove
Imagine I've been saggin'
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ever since I could walk
Been beggin' you to listen ever
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since I could talk
Double- in my money,
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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,
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but I don't mean a kiss
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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
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It took a lot of work to get
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my block so crunk
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'Cause my
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pos se's on Broadway
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I eat with my nigga, sleep
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with my nigga
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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 7
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Now we back in population,
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we all got straps
Run around town,
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in trophy trucks and 'lacs
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The wheels keep turnin',
I'm choppin' up the wind
I see the ladies lookin',
they wanna jump in
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Now the front ends hoppin' and
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the car begins to dance
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My forty ounce bottle,
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is spillin' on my pants
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Ridin' too deep, in the four- door '77
I'm tryin' to count my TV's,
I think I got eleven
Now we all got love for the '63 Impala
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Ruby is the short one,
claimin' Guatemala
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Bobby is the mix- breed,
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people think he's funny
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Behind us in the Cougar and he's
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hoppin' like a bunny
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Bird's keep flyin',
I feel like a Hawaiian
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'Cause my backyard looks
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like an exotic island
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Creepin Harrisburg, the party broke left
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I make a you- Turn,
'cause I'm Broadway to my death
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'Cause my posse's on Broadway
Verse 9
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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
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I chill with my nigga, deal with my nigga
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Pop pills with my nigga, steal for my nigga
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I'd kill for my nigga, feel my nigga
On wheels with my nigga, my nigga
My Nigga
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South Park's in the motherfuckin'
house y'all
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South Park's in the
motherfuckin' house
South Park's in the
motherfuckin' house y'all
Outro 1
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South Park's in the motherfuckin' house!!
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