Lyrics:
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
to meet him at the
Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack
My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way
Hit me on his cellular phone, big
car alarm no cellular phone
spectacular
So we finna bone
Crawling all over me
This ain't no friend zone
Sortahuman and Yung Beans
Boys are back in town
She hit me on my cellular phone
wheels,
Get calls all day, on his cellular phone,
From nasty girls, they won't leave him alone,
He's got them crying, 'cause they can't see,
Why he's in
nigga die tonight
And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue
Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone
The carphone, what's happenin
Grab
time in the summertime
Flying picnic blanket in the summer groove
No interruptions we're all alone
Cause I don't have my cellular phone
Sweatin your
mussi smoke some bad weed
Or read dem can't read
Always ina want and need
But true yuh get yuh new home
Brand new cellular phone
All dem a get
I like my summer home
Love my yuppie job
Got a cellular phone in my brand new Saab
I love my wife and my girlfriend too
I just love myself
a way to get piece of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other
a way to get piece of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other
don't hit my phone
I hear my name ringing like a cellular phone
I pass her like curfew then I'm sending her home
The Tommy by me Siamese, that's wherever
My Posse's on Broadway 2x's
Me and Kid Sensation at home away from home
In the black benz limo with tha cellular phone
I'm callin up my posse
couldn't accept you
You're in a world of your own
Got no cellular phone
They can't track you
But the girl at the store with the sketchy rapport
She
latest visions
I got them burglar bars put in last night
I'm taking precautions
Can't take no close calls on
My cellular phone device
The devil wrapped all
on my phone
Fuck a cellular
Private show for the night
User regular
I'll give you a performance
We gon get it up
Time to ring the alarm
We gon set it off
to me if your mood wrong
Shay got the 9 and it's 2 toned
Calling my cellular 2 phone
Yeah i fucked her but i moved on
Want to be me but you ain't a clone
I called you on my cellular phone
I tried to catch your plane
I thought of lunch but
I just couldn't take that much pain
It's time to pay your debts
time we waited
Before we finally made it (And all that, and all that)
And your cellular phone suspicion and all your fingers hit it
You askin' me
stone
Bonafide born mack
I'm always stoned to the bone
Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
So
baby staring while I'm on my cellular phone
She said boy come over here an put my number in ya phone
I said bro I'm a call you back, I hope this bitch
I don't steal no cellular phones
I kinda like my Dad and Mom
I am what I hated when I was young
I don't holler, I don't hoot
I don't act like
we at the airport
Like ladybirds in July
Just like back home
I wish that you were here
If I had a cellular phone
I'd drown it in my beer
I was once
home
I'd never leave this bitch
I can feel in my bones
I'll never see it again
Gotta leave gotta roam
Till I can clear my head
Stupid cellular phone
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