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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Da Kurlzz
Vocals
Deuce
Lead Vocals
Funny Man
Vocals
J-Dog
Keyboards
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Erlichman
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Producer
Deuce
Producer
Danny Lohner
Producer
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Paul Pavao
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Hollywood, we never going down
Hollywood, we never going down
Hollywood, we never going down
And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down
Start getting loud, I wanna party now
If you hate on Undead, that's a party foul
I only drink Mickey's, I can't afford the cans
I drink so much, they call me Charlie 40 Hands
If the keg is tapped, then you're getting capped
Take your girl to the sack, and I'll take a nap
Ladies, drink 'em fast so I can have a blast
You got your beer gogs on, and I'm getting ass
"Like, oh my God, is that Charlie Scene?"
Ladies, show me your sheets like it's Halloween
You got a fake ID, and you're 17
"I'm a complete catastrophe buzzing around you like a bumblebee"
So let's take some shots
Do a beer run and flip off a cop
Girls give me props, and they're on my jock
Paris Hilton said "That's hot" when she saw my cock
And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down
I'm about to serve it up for all you party-goers
Scene kids, meatheads, alchies, stoners
Dancing around like a bunch of faggots
Funnier than fuck, you can ask Bob Saget
I never claimed that I knew how to dance
But I'll get drunk, get high, pull down my pants
So fuck five bucks, just fill up my cup
Don't kiss me, bitch, you just threw up
Now I'm drunk as fuck, about to pass out
"Destination: Your mother's couch"
"Dude, is it true that you screwed my mom?"
Fuck yeah, bro, that pussy was bomb
So I'm humping, jumping, sipping, and skipping
It's nights like these that we all love living
So take out your hands and throw the HU up!
Now wave it around like you don't give a fuck!
And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down
Can't stop, won't stop; Charlie, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop; Johnny, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop; J, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop; Peters, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop; Kurlzz, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop; Funny, make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, let me see the panties drop
Producer's on the dance floor, let me see your booty pop
Grab your drink, get on the floor!
Grab your drink and get on the floor!
Let's dance in the hood
Shake that ass, Hollywood
And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down
Let's dance in the hood
Shake that ass, Hollywood
Hollywood, we never going down
Let's dance in the hood
Shake that ass, Hollywood
Hollywood, we never going down
Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek
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