Where do all the men and women go
In the evening, to gather and be free
No one with judgement on moral stand
Shisha and ethanol in t' mix, twisted hair
With shaved sides, skirts as short
And yet no one sits in judgement, no one
The music misses no sound or words
Saying it as it is, with beats a' words like
Hoes, bitches, niggers a' fuck t' police, regardless
Expression on material things, vanity allowed
Cars in the parking lot, all large with persona
Half unregistered, illegal at this hour
Dance how you dare to, it's your floor
No eyes glued on shocks to adjust
Like mirrors that look with discontent
Middle fingers in the air
Like we don't care, yeah we don't care
Whoever, however, either way, we living it large
This is like, how the dogs meet at night
Yelling barking to the tune of crazy
To their own delight "who let the dogs out"
No miss goody two shoes
To judge on hypocrisy pointing fingers
And raising noises like a stink is in t' air
Where do all the men and women go
In the evening to gather and be free
No one with judgement on moral stands
I think t' cops just stopped us on moving
Wheels, walking in straight line is not an option
To be asked to tip toe a ballerina
Using DV plates at this time of the day
A payment of sort, is required as custom
Penance of catch a' release t' cops are fishing
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