Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my

Mother fucking time to ride, (Ride) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

Get buzzed, let's get fucked up Get, get, get drunk lets California show me love California throw it up California, so high we'll ride rideall night California, show me love Get, get, get Comin' straight outta Cali (what!?) The 818 valley (what?!)

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock This whole place anyway. Mother fucking time to ride,

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride ridewith gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride ridewith gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you