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East Side Mags lyrics
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Through the park past the dog run
Smell of shit burning in the sun
Watch the cab dent his door
Happy hour's here, let's pick up Jorge
Lock 'em up, lock 'em up, lock 'em up
Three cold beers in a cup
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Inside Coney something ain't right
Too many people on a Friday night
I can't see straight in the flashing lights
But I got a feeling there's gonna be a fight
Full tank of liquor in our guts
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Drink 'em down, we gotta a ride
Going through the lower east side
Day or night, mags on the run
Looking for trouble, looking for fun
BMX, we got suss
When we ride don't mess with us
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
We are the mags
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
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- Track 6 on Bouncing Souls
- 5 Chunksong
- 7 Toilet Song
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- Track 6 on The Bouncing Souls
- 5 Chunksong
- 7 The Toilet Song
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