Hollywood Undead The Kids Lyrics
[Tha Producer]
Scene kids,
ghetto jeans,
gangstas
40's and the
Bling-bling sidekicks
Rollin' with the cleanest feel
Shorties,
homies,
Hollywood,
Moscow
Shake that a__ like you care
Wave your hands in the air
I go no...no...no...
When I see J-Dog, Darth, The Sun God,
they keep it hard
We move slow...slow...slow...
Shorty get that a__ on the dance floor,
Ashley K, come give me more
Oh...
Ho...
Black shirts,
Honda civs,
MySpace
Gangstas don't know howta act
Killa tat
Dancin' to the fattest tracks
Wood ranch,
hooligans,
Jeffree Star (Oops!)
n____z in s___ ally
Show me where you at
Beauty bar, we gettin' fat
I go no...no...no...
When I see J-Dog, Darth, The Sun God,
they keep it hard
We move slow...slow...slow...
Shorty get that a__ on the dance floor,
Ashley K, come give me more
[J-Dog]
J-j-j-j-j-j-dog
Just broke up with my girl,
so from now on you see me at
Club world,
Moscow,
82
Beat it, beat it through ya skull
In the back of s___ alley
Get ready for me to
Grab your drink and show
You my grand finale
But I've been accused of being a scene kid
But I get p____ as is
Cause your girl just myspaced me
I blew off a date with Jeffree
To chill with her,
to drink with her
To flow with her so I can f___ her!
I light the dance floor on fire
82 isn't over,
you f___in' liar!
(Tonight's the last night!)
Will someone please delete Ricky's myspace account?
Don't let me find out
Who took EvanThomas750's out
Cause I'll knock you the f___ out!
Drinkin' 40's with the Frauds, on the phone with my mom
Cause I can't pay my rent...money was lent
Messaging my wife, getting drunker than life
And I'm on the dance floor, but I always want more
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
f___ the pain away, make it through the day
[Tha Producer]
Scene kids,
ghetto jeans,
gangstas
40's and the
Bling-bling sidekicks
Rollin' with the cleanest feel
Shorties,
homies,
Hollywood,
Moscow
Shake that a__ like you care
Wave your hands in the air
I go no...no...no...
When I see J-Dog, Darth, The Sun God,
they keep it hard
We move slow...slow...slow...
Shorty get that a__ on the dance floor,
Ashley K, come give me more
What's up to Killed By the Rich!
A to the S to the H to the O,
Ndlestremofbombs (Sickle Star)
What's up Jay and Bill?
Hey Matt, I was just kiddin', dude!
You don't believe me, just ask,
I'm chillin' with Jeff,
listenin' to From First to Last
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