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 |