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[Intro:
kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters,
40s and the sidekicks,
Rolling the cleanest feel.
Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow,
that ass like you care,
Wave your in the air.

Deuce]
I go "no, no, no",
When I see J-Dog, the Sun God.
They it hard.
We slow, slow, slow,
Shorty get ass on the dance floor,
K. come give me more.
Oh.
Hoe.

[Verse 1:
shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace,
Gangsters don't how to act,
Killer tat to the phattest tracks.
Wood ranch, Hooligans, Star,
Niggas in Shit Alley show me you at,
Beauty bar we fat.

[Chorus:
I go "no, no, no",
When I see J-Dog, the Sun God.
They it hard.
We slow, slow, slow,
Shorty get that ass on the floor,
Ashley K. come me more.

[Verse 2:
J-Dog broke up with my girl,
So from now on see me at Club World,
Moscow 82, beat it, beat it through skull.
In the back of Alley,
Get for me to grab your drink,
And you my grand finale.
B-B-Been accused of a scene kid,
But I get as is.
'Cause your girl MySpaced me,
I blew off a with Jeffree.
To chill with her, to drink her,
To with her so I can fuck her.
I light the dance on fire,
82 isn't over you liar.
Will please delete,
Ricky's MySpace
Don't let me find out who took out,
'Cause I'll you the fuck out.
Drinking 40s the Frauds,
On the with my mom.
I can't pay my rent,
was lent.
my wife,
Getting than life.
And I'm on the floor,
But I want more.
the pain away,
Make it the day!
Fuck the away,
Make it the day!
Fuck the away,
it through the day!
Fuck the away,
it through the day!
Fuck the away,
it through the day!
Fuck the away,
it through the day!
Fuck the away,
Make it the day!
Fuck the away,
it through the day!

[Brige:
kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters,
40s and the sidekicks,
Rolling with the feel.
Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow,
that ass like you care,
Wave hands in the air.

[Chorus:
I go "no, no, no",
When I see J-Dog, the Sun God.
keep it hard.
We slow, slow, slow,
get that ass on the dance floor,
Ashley K. come me more.

J-Dog]
Yeah, up to Killed By the Rich?
A to the S to the H to the O.
Endless of bombs.
What's up Jay and
Hey Matt I was just dude.
You don't believe me, ask.
I'm chilling with listening From First To Last.