(Lost boys) Other side of da tracks Scuzz outsiders Nothin ta loose Strike of midnighters Lost boys True black and blues No shoes, flat tires Broke out da pen Blood on barbed wire Safe in your home Gated zone terrorizers Nowhere ta go Far as I can get hitchhikers (Lost boys)
Fuck a job might have ta rob A don't know just ta get by word On the road for lifers Bullets in the fire Check the chain link Swayze I'm slummin Let em know who da fuck we are Low and dirty lost boys Comin out the cuts Like your favorite scar
Crawlin on tile, cant stand up Been a while, kommodo gut How ta take it How ta give a fuck How ta live wit pain How ta get yo cut How longs this been goin on Man shit no way ta tell too far gone go get Those flames from hell bring em here Don't trip no
Ill handle this On some scandalous Inland empire Los Angeles Anti ego propaganda shit Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whos comin up Whos loosin ground 2012 I'm shady now, running game on every thang in town Its such a long way down
Brown paper baggin asphalt scrapin all talk no action, what I'm waitin Weak tongue waggin Stray dog beggin Like don't hurt me Yeah right, I'm sayin
Beware you have been warned, the barrels still warm Ease up off that lip or step How quick a bitch fit ta get checked mate One false move'll get ya Set straight Yeah, yeah, yeah
