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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Deuce
Deuce
Keyboards
Funny Man
Funny Man
Vocals
Johnny 3 Tears
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Erlichman
Aaron Erlichman
Songwriter
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Composer
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Deuce
Deuce
Producer
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Producer

Lyrics

Come on, everybody, throw your hands up In the air, come on, let's... You know we keep the party jumping So let's keep them 40's coming Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy When I ride with J-D-O-G It's like, okay, basically We get shitfaced and crazy We're screaming "fuck the police!" J-Just like easy, let's smoke these With Old E and Charlie We mix it over a heartbeat And roll with the Undead Army And you don't need to see the best of me The best MC, it's just the beat Producer feeds and makes me mean That seems to be what makes me scream So what up? Let's roll the town fucked up Let's tag LA and show love Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up Take my mic, my P.O. showed up Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy We're six Caucasians, hell-raising Blazing, making zero bacon Awake to drink to stop to think To call Funny, to ride with me My pants are so low I'm sipping on this four-0 Rolling in the four-door Producer, me, and four hoes, oh no The 5-0's rolling code I didn't stop or try to slow Container's open, Funny smoking I think I'm choking, it's time to go These midnight dealers keep it rolling Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowing Los Angeles, we keep it going Undead is what we're throwing Come on down to the city of LA where we We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy I keep on blowing up, my head keeps getting fatter every day, baby On TV, you better listen 'cause you know they play me In the club, you in the corner while my shit go crazy And I got my soldiers in the back, so you don't wanna face me And when your girl look up at me, I'm looking right down And all that yapping, you know it gon' get you smacked down I stick around to keep it mad while the crowd's loud In the city of LA, that's my hometown Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimpin's easy
Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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