Nightfall and the day begins I need the bright city lights as I start to descend Cause I keep it undead 'till the very end And I got some low-lifes that I call my friends
It's some west coast beach-bum gangsta shit Fuck a hollywood hit; I ghostride the whip On the sunset strip, just me and my clique And we runnin' the streets, so suck my dick Six deep recruits and to the streets we go Cadillacs and shops so we're ready to roll
Just a couple of gangstas My mother's is a big ghost Smoking and swerping Coming straight for your throat Get back, when we enter the room Get back, cause we digging in it too Get back, what the fuck you gonna do? What the fuck you gonna do? When we come for you?
This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here
Oh shit, yeah here comes johnny He's poppin' a wheelie on his fucking ducati Oh no, yeah there goes charlie Mad dogging, shirtless on the back of a harley Let's go, yeah we're ready to party The best two roles since wayne and farley Let's roll, up in the whip and get gnarly We blaze more spliffs then a young bob marley
Get some, yeah get your dick sucked I'm blazing a quick one in the back of a strip club Our victim, forced into a sixsm And ain't nobody leaving until all of our dicks cum So kick back, when I flash this gat I got more straps and mad stacks of trash So heads up, yeah we're lying them low All coked up and ready to go
This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here
Hollywood where the fuck you at? West side till I die and we're all attack Cause this is how we roll Drop top and we're ready to go Hollywood where the fuck you at? Undead strike, creepin' in the cadillac Cause this is how we roll
Undead but you already know This is how we roll I'm like that cause my arms are full This is how we roll Chop shop, people cuttin' up bones This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here This is how we roll out here We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hold your own, don't show no fear Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here
This is how we roll out here Hollywood where the fuck you at? We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hollywood where the fuck you at? Hold your own, don't show no fear Hollywood where the fuck you at? Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here
This is how we roll out here Hollywood where the fuck you at? We're packin' heat cause it's cold out here Hollywood where the fuck you at? Hold your own, don't show no fear Hollywood where the fuck you at? Oh you're gonna lose your soul out here
This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll
Compositores: Daniel Murillo (BMI), Dylan Peter Alvarez (BMI), George Arthur Ragan (BMI), Jordon Kristopher Terrell (BMI), Jorel Decker (J Dog) (BMI), Matthew Alexis Busek (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Octone (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #12929558 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM