Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our life Na, na na, na na, na na Remember the days We would drink on the train On

Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love I've been so many places I've seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that I've done fucked before I've been around the world

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Give him something to say. Something super fly, never play. All I hear is disgrace. Erase them all and reclaim my place. Yes, you feel it come, right now! You can feel it now or be stoned What the fuck?! I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate. I'm so

They have got me hanging upside down again Once more 'round the sun we go again I'm a man and that's who I am And I'll tell you that to your face I'm from the clouds and I shine like the moon And I'm here to fuck up the place Make it last, make it count

Everything I do, I tell you all the time It's you, it's you it's all for you I heard that you like the bad girls, honey is that true? Heaven is a place on earth with you Sound's good enough Straight da fuck up you talkin' bout nigga (talkin' bout me)

Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

LOL crying face, make me shake my head They gon' (uh) Step on me now placed on a pedestal they find me dead (that’s fucked up) Yeah that water under the bridge, just use that shit as a charter May my friendship be a channel for all the pain you can't