Letras
Hossy up!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope at home away from home
In a black bucket hearse with the rusty grill of chrome
Picking up the homies, we get 'em one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come
Everybody's lookin', if you're jealous, turn around
Fuckin' with them leathers got us hoppin' off the ground
We're getting good grip from the fifty series tires
The Alpine's bumpin' but I need the volume higher
'Cause the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrotum full of balls, I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin', Twiztid gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation comin' back from Cedar Point
Boy wasn't lookin', we hit a crackhead
Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regrets
Insane Clown Posse rippin' up shit
Psychopathic Soldiers rollin' (my posse's on Broadway) (Yeah, come on!)
Down Riverside, that's how we ride (my posse's on Broadway) (ICP!)
Runnin' down baseheads, seven more scored
Half an hour later, we was gettin' kinda bored
Jumpsteady's dangerous, Dougy is for reala
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy's on the left side, causin' helly grief
Leavin' haters bleedin', crawlin', pickin' up they teeth
Tom Chubb is a skinny guy, people think he's funny
But he be leavin' out at night and comin' back bloody
Hittin' three and seven, make that ass just drop
Squeakin' and we sparkin' but the wagon don't stop (no)
Michigan, Illinois, Rudy broke left (yeah)
Jenny shot at Verner, it's time to get wrecked
Junkie on the corner, needle 'bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yellin' "White Lightning!"
Sub Island, Toxic Sludge won't quit (my posse's on Broadway) (yeah, come on!)
From Ecorse back down to Southwest (my posse's on Broadway) (what you got?)
Cruisin' down Verner, my wheels spin slow
Runnin' with a hatchet is the only way to go