| Nightfall and the day begins
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| I need the bright city lights as I start to descend
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| 'Cause I keep it Undead 'till the very end
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| And I got some low lifes that I call my friends
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| It’s some West Coast, beach bum, gangsta shit
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| Fuck a Hollywood hit, I’ll ghost ride the whip
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| On the Sunset Strip, just me and my clique
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| And we runnin' the streets so suck my dick
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| Six deep we creep and to the streets we go
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| Cadillacs and Chops so we’re ready to roll
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| Just a couple of gangstas
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| Mimosas and Big Gulps
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| Smoking and swerving
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| Coming straight to your throat
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| Get back when we enter the room
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| Get back 'cause we digging your tomb
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| Get back, what the fuck you gonna do?
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| What the fuck you gonna do when we coming for you?
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| Oh shit, yeah, here comes Johnny
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| He’s poppin' a wheelie on his fucking Ducati
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| Oh no, yeah, there goes Charlie
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| Mad dogging, shirtless on the back of a Harley
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| Let’s go, yeah, we ready to party
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| The best duo since Spade and Farley
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| Let’s roll, hop in the whip and get gnarly
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| We blaze more spliffs than a young Bob Marley
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| Get some, yeah, get your dick sucked
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| I’m blazing a quick one in the back of a strip club
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| Our victim, forced into a sixsome
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| And ain’t nobody leaving 'till all of our dicks cum
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| So kick back, when I flash this gat
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| I got more straps than Matt’s assless chaps
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| So hands up, yeah, we’re lying them low
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| All cocked up and we’re ready to go
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| West side 'till I die and we on attack
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| 'Cause
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| This is how we roll
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| Drop top and we ready to go
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| Undead strike creepin' in the Cadillac
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| 'Cause
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| This is how we roll
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| Undead but you already know
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| This is how we roll
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| I flex nuts 'cause my arms are swole
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| This is how we roll
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| Chop shop, people cuttin' up bones
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| This is how we roll out here
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| This is how we roll out here
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| West side 'til I die and we’re on attack
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| This is how we roll out here
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| We’re packin' heat 'cause it’s cold out here
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| Hold your own, don’t show no fear
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| Hollywood, where the fuck you at?
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| Or you’re gonna lose your soul out here
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| West side 'til I die and we’re on attack
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we roll |