The Kids Hollywood Undead

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[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
Oh
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
Niggas in Shit 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

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