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Hollywood Undead - No. 5 / Credits (Live)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hollywood Undead
Hollywood Undead
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Erlichman
Aaron Erlichman
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Matthew Busek
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hollywood, we never going down Hollywood, we never going down Hollywood, we never going down And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down Start getting loud, I wanna party now If you hate on Undead that's a party foul I only drink Mickey's, I can't afford the cans I drink so much they call me Charlie 40 Hands If the keg is tapped, then you're getting capped Take your girl to the sack and we'll take a nap Ladies drink them fast so I can have a blast You got your beer gog's on and I'm getting? ass Like, oh my God, is that Charlie Scene? Ladies show me your treats like it's Halloween You got fake I.D. and you're 17 I'm a complete catastrophe buzzing around you like a bumblebee So let's take some shots Do a beer run and flip off a cop Girls give me props and they're on my jock Paris Hilton said that's hot, when she saw my cock, that's hot And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down I'm about to serve it up for all you party goers Scene kids, Meat Heads, Alchi's, Stoners Dancing around like a bunch of faggots Funnier than fuck, you can ask Bob Saggot I never claimed that I knew how to dance But I'll get drunk, get high and pull down my pants So fuck five bucks, just fill up my cup Don't kiss me bitch, you just threw up Now I'm drunk as fuck about to pass out Destination your mother's couch Dude, is it really true you screwed my mom? Fuck yeah bro, that pussy was bomb So I'm hopping, jumping, sipping, and skipping It's nights like these that we all love living So take out your hands and throw the H.U. up Now wave it around like you don't give a fuck, check please And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands Hollywood we never going down And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood we never going down Can't stop, won't stop, Charlie make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, Johnny make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, J make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, Peters make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, Kurlzz make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, Funny make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, let me see the panties drop Producers on the dance floor, let me see your booty pop Grab your drink, get on the floor Grab your drink and get on the floor Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood Hollywood, we never going down Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood Hollywood, we never going down
Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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