ฟังเพลงThe Kids (Explicit)

The Kids - Hollywood Undead

Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas,

40's and the bling-bling sidekicks

Rollin' with the cleanest feel

Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow,

Shake that ass 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 ass on the dance floor,

Ashley, k? Come give me more.

Black shirts, Honda Civs, Myspace,

Gangstas don't know howda act,

Killer tat, dancing to the fattest tracks

Wood ranch, Hooligans, Jeffree Star,

Niggaz in shit ally show me where you at,

Beauty bar, we getting 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 ass on the dance floor,

Ashley, k? Come give me more.

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 shit alley.

Get ready for me to grab your drink and

Show you my grand finale.

Been accused of being a scene kid,

But I get pussy as is.

Cause your girl just myspaced me,

I blew off a date with Jefferee.

To chill with her, to drink with her,

To flow with her so I can fuck her!

I light the dance floor on fire,

82 isn't over you fucking liar

Will someone please

Delete Rickys

Myspace account?

Don't let me find out,

Who took Evan Thomas 750's out,

Cause I'll knock you the fuck out.

Drinking 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

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Fuck the pain away,

Make it through the day

Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas,

40's and the bling-bling sidekicks

Rollin' with the cleanest feel

Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow,

Shake that ass 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 ass 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 Mattie I was just kidding dude!

You don't believe me just ask,

I'm chilling with Jeff

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