The Kids

Lyrics

[Intro: Deuce] Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters 40s and the bling-bling sidekicks rolling with the cleanest feel Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow Shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air [Chorus: Deuce] 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 Oh Hoe [Verse 1: Deuce] Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace Gangsters don't know how to act Killer tat, dancing to the fattest tracks Wood ranch, hooligans, Jeffree Star Niggas in Shit Alley, show me where you at Beauty Bar, we getting fat [Chorus: Deuce] 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 [Verse 2: J-Dog] J-J-J-J-J-Dog, just broke up with my girl So from now on you'll see me at Club World Moscow, 82, Beat It, beat it through your skull in the back of Shit Alley Get ready for me to grab your drink and show you my grand finale B-B-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 Jeffree 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 Would someone please delete Ricky's MySpace account? Don't let me find out Who took EvanThomas750'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 [Bridge: Deuce] Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters 40s and the bling-bling sidekicks rolling with the cleanest feel Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow Shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air [Chorus: Deuce] 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 [Outro: J-Dog] Yeah, what's up to Killed By the Rich? A to the S to the H to the O, Ndlestremofbombs What's up, Jay and Bill? Hey, Matt, I was just kidding, dude You don't believe me, just ask I'm chilling with Jeff listening From First to Last.