Suburban posse yeah right back at you
Got the cool brew and all of the crew
We're hanging out by the barbecue

Got the big boom box going so loud
We're playing our tunes its attracting a crowd
With the moron neighbors shouting turn it down

Pizzas on order from around the block
And they deliver around the clock
To the home or to your dock

The kids inside don't know what to do
They sit around and watch the tube
Wearing those sneakers spanking new

We paid for the beemers with cold hard cash
With side airbags we'll survive the crash
Then get another in a flash

Maybe my rhyme will fail the test
But the softball league they get my best
We're 6 and 9 I must confess