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And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes rolls by
It has 5-inch tint
And there are brass knuckles on the doors
And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes rolls by
It has 5-inch tint
And there are brass knuckles on the doors

I don't understand what all the fuss is about
We're the ones making noise here and there
The tramps are busy, that's the fuss
The neighborhood will start singing cigarettes, right?
A thug's gait, a cap tilted to the side
You know yourselves
I did it all myself
So let's finish this business
Uncle Petya is on the beat
Hello, hello

And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes rolls by
It has 5-inch tint
And there are brass knuckles on the doors
And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes rolls by
It has 5-inch tint
And there are brass knuckles on the doors

What's up, guys, how are things? What's all the fuss about?
We're with you until the end
My life is just like yours
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling
I'll beat the 220
The bros are here, back and forth
Don't hold it against us

And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes is driving
It has 5-inch tinted windows
And there are brass knuckles on the doors
And there are tramps in the neighborhood
A black Mercedes is driving
It has 5-inch tinted windows
And there are brass knuckles on the doors