Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Kids , by - Hollywood Undead. Release date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Kids |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |