Da Kurlzz - 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 a** 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 a** 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, k**er tat dancing to the fattest tracks. Wood ranch, hooligans, Jeffree Star, n***as in sh** 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 a** on the dance floor Ashley K, come give me more [Verse 2: J-Dog] 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 sh** 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 p**y 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**ing 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 f** out Drinking 40's with The Frauds, On the phone with my mom 'Cause I can't pay the 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! [Brige: Deuce] Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters 40s and the bling-bling sidekicks Rolling with the cleanest feel Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow Shake that a** 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 a** on the dance floor Ashley K, come give me more. [Outro: J-Dog] Yeah, what's up to k**ed By the Rich? A to the S to the H to the O Ndlestremofbombs What's up, Jay and Bill? Hey yo Matt I was just kidding dude You don't believe me, just ask. I'm chilling with Jeff listening From First to Last.