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 ass 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 ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more
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Hoe

[Verse 1: Deuce]
Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace
Gangsters don't know how to act
Killer tat, dancing to the fattest tracks
Wood ranch, hooligans, Jeffree Star
n*ggas in sh*t 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 ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more
[Verse 2: J-Dog]
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 sh*t 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 pus*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*ck her
I light the dance floor on fire, 82 isn't over, you f*cking 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*ck 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
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day
f*ck the pain away, make it through the day

[Bridge: Deuce]
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
[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 ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more

[Outro: J-Dog]
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.