Pimpin' Lyrics & Chords By Hollywood Undead

Deuce:
Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air
Come on, let's...

And you know we keep the party jumpin'
So let's keep them 40s comin'

Come on down to the city of L.A.
Where we, we ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy

Charlie Scene:
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-Dog:
J-Just like Eazy, let's smoke these
With Old E and Charlie
We mix it over a hard beat
And run with the Undead army

Charlie Scene:
And you don't need to see the best of me
The best MC, it's just the beat
Producer feeds that makes me mean
That seems to be what makes me scream

J-Dog:
So, what up? Let's roll the town fucked up
Let's tag L.A. and show love

Charlie Scene:
Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up
Take my mic, my P.O. showed up

Deuce:
Come on down to the city of L.A.
Where we, we ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy

Johny 3 Tears:
We're six Caucasians, hell raisin'
Blazin' makin' zero bacon
Can't wait to drink to stop to think
(Funny Man: To call Funny) To ride with me

Funny Man:
My pants are so low
I'm sippin' on this 4-0
Rollin' in the fo' door
Producer, me an four hoes, oh, no

Johny 3 Tears:
The 5-0s rollin' cold
I didn't stop or try to smoke
Container's open (Funny Man: Funny's smoking')
I think I'm chokin' (Funny Man: It's time to go), oh
These midnight tale, keep it rollin'
Keep the fuckin' Mad Dog flowing

Funny Man:
Los Angeles we keep it goin'
Undead is what we're throwin'

Deuce:
Come on down to the city of L.A.
Where we, we ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy

I keep on blowin' up, my head keeps getting fatter everyday, baby
On TV you better listen 'cause you know they'll 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 gonna get you smacked down
I stick around to keep you mad while the crowd's loud
In the city of L.A., that's my home town

Come on down to the city of L.A.
Where we, we ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy