It was a cold late night in the city of sin,
and I don't mean Vegas, this is it.
With the sound of the guitar
Chopped and blown
Hyper Crush let loose with the rock and roll
So, don't go where you don't belong
Some will come around me,
I told you dawg.
One hot whip on the boulevard.
You better watch them boys, they'll pull your car.
Move to the fast lane, slow the tempo.
Pop that bottle and blow the end off.
Drop that bottle and close the window
With a hot ass model and a stolen pimp so,
I been dope on a paper chase
Legally wasted, slashing lanes
Doing twenty on the freeway, half-awake.
I'm drove through a house and I passed away
I opened my mouth and I had to say
It was a cold late night, on a saturday
Yup
(Oh)
Seems like there's gotta be some place without Greasers or Socs.
There must be ome place with ...