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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***** 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*****' 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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