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 hours 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
Pack it up, wrap it up, saddle up
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 out through the lower east side
Day or night, mags on the run
Looking for trouble, looking for fun
B-M-X, 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!

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
We are the mags!
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East Side Mags Lyrics

Bouncing Souls – East Side Mags Lyrics

Songwriters: ATTONITO, GREGGORY A. / KHICHI, SHALENDAR S. / KIENLEN, BRYAN T. / STEINKOPF, PETER WILLIAM
East Side Mags lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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