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Posing made art!

well this is great

This video came out when I was a 1 year old 😂

thought it was queens of the Stone age, they definitely sound like them, brilliant song, pity about all the devil horns and satanic references in the video, I guess along the way he really sold his soul

Put this band at 1.25 playback speed and you will notice the magic

Flanders rocks!

I’d love to see this band live and perform this and some other older stuff like only 19 and I want you so hard💯🤘

This isn't death metal

Should never cover good bands! EODM SUCK!

Love to see them live playing this and classics like, I got a feeling & I want you so hard

I wonder if his feelings changed about brody being best friends with josh

There just da sh#t

😮this Vid- reminds me of … .. … The Pin 📍 🔲 🇺🇸 🌉 🚌 😊🎉❤Exhibit at The Exploratorium in S.F.- Anyone ever go there? I’d put my Face on it, some put their hand ✋🏼 on it

How a bout the hot backing singer

Really? This sucks. In a big way.

Death metal? This is a joke band right?

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PIGEONS OF SHIT METAL 😂

Seeing Josh homme behind a drum. Just seeing that he's to big for that drum set love it

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The L.A. Complex

Only jesse can be skinny, wear mustache and a tank top that shows his belly, and at the same don't look gay while doing it.

1:32 bro did the griddy for a sec

Gran Turismo 4 ❤❤❤❤❤ Listening this while driving

Where is he now? No new videos in four years. What’s up?

No is death metal 👿 🐐 🤘 😤 😤 😤

gran turismo 4 :)

Wow I think old boots is out if key? Something sounds out of whack, missing the kapo?

This guy reminds me of Donut Operator with long hair😂

crazy how the City of Los Angeles themselves now uses this in a tourism commercial

Love the song...hate the video

I came to L.A. to be rock and roll Along the way I had to sell my soul I made some good friends that make me say I really wannabe in L.A I took the time to get to Beverly Laid some rocket tape roll on the 180 Alain and Natasha always make me say I really wannabe in L.A ( I really wannabe in L.A wahahoo) ( I really wannabe in L.A wahahoo) ( I really wannabe in L.A wahahoo) I take the city in the dead of night I'm burning gas until I feel all right The sunset honeys always make me say I really wannabe in L.A I came to L.A. to be rock and roll Along the way I had to sell my soul I made some good friends that make me say I really wannabe in L.A😁😁😁

everybody a gangsta untill the suzuki cappuccino is in the race

Who is the one playing guitar?

miyvars

Soooo goood. Which effect for the voice ???

Midnight Club LA on the Xbox is one of my favorite games on the Xbox to have fun!!!

EODM is perhaps the greatest rock and roll band of all time. Change my mind.

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When i hear this song, it makes me imagine the Motegi Super Speedway

Remember the 13 november in Bataclan

sush a sexy sound, just hard to find good recording sound

Heard this track in the TV ad for visit L.A, good song

When I was younger we had a wii and for that wii I had dirt 2 and this song was in the game I used to skip all other songs to get to this one so this song is held in a very special part of my heart considering it took me to 2022 to find it when It when the last time I heard it was in 2014 at 5 years old with no memory of the name ❤

I grew up in Hollywood. My favorite city except for all the concrete, smog, junkies, hookers, dealers and homeless. It's like a Psychedelic Maze of Human Beings! Really trippy spot. Hollywood is a Psychedelic Maze of Human Beings All eyes seeing on the Freeways I speed to slay and skeeze with no delay I play for free plus sometimes I pay Every day I smoke blades on Sundays Hit the Sun Rays By the beach and teach Tai Chi To the skis I cop pleas Like disease I freeze my keys up I lead in tuck with mean strut I clock it lean shut the door to the hallways I clocked a spot around the clock in Hollywood All night boogie just like a dude be should be wood Spree like this every night with clips tight hits I might skip a heartbeat on the street let it meet up I took my seat up fools get beat up The city is no joke on hundred spokes I written this wrote as a warning to come to LA to play Everyone say how their gun gleam not the team But I got the triple beam iced out dream on sixteen On the way he left his law all day long smoking a bong Each and every song hits like this I might stitch I’m crisp With grips of cash the stash thick with Cannabis I rinsed cash as a kid Flipped my lid on the street skid Bleeding on concrete eating the bomb eats I lost my feet pounding it down I went Then sent back I pay the rent back As soon as I extract from Cannabis I just want to OD But not for free I pay through the nose for candy nose Everyone knows How scores core as War torn I was born on the funny farm I lit a barn door For sure I been tore as sin is I hit the mention this I twist one With my fists I run the existence I lead defense in the extra expensive You could bet it sent kid Magnetic attraction was a fraction of the function I want one ton behemoth I gleam rust as Trees thrust through the Earth at birth I hit it worth First place to taste trophy aced as Gun Heat Run the Street with both feet Isn’t that neat? I got it in Greek to Socrates bow down on my knees And pray to the Vatican Man I been Catholic I just ram it up and stick LSD Tabs Lab Rooms Cocoons of spoons And Knife Wounds Life Moves through and along a song I float on Don’t get it twisted cause you wrong to get it twisted Don’t miss life existence is the type of gift To seen it burn a spliff and I mean that I run the heat backwards For a rub I’m in the club Give me a Green Sativa So I could bleed with yah Wintergreen Taste flip the case for Ganja All the bomb on here got me steering clear Of weird birds that’s not 33rd I flip the suburbs And rip a lurch Catch me at the Church giving birth With my thirst for the cheese Everyone lightning on skis Catch a disease with the cool breeze In tight Platinum flight risk the tight crisp Whether you pump slow Or thump low When the beat control the dance floor Everything be in the reinvented wheel on the ceiling Feeling Psychedelic Everyone melt into gel it The Police was a relic of the past Everyone hit the gas and fit Fast in Lit Tight grips of cashes under the mattress Trick in the hat with this It matters I split six Crispy battered fried everyone hide inside As they glide hit the ride and flow with the mind style fist Black Water Bubbled All Organic don’t panic Dropped in the Atlantic in the East Freezes Meats up The lean cut freeze strut In the cut I like to lease but I buy drugs I trust thugs to make mud of the rub I double dub with the bubble Chug champagne With the tight flame Murder the same In which you came I changed my name Iran under the club To smell the sewage They say Yo! Don’t do it Anyone through fit with the news Knows the Blues, Jazz and Funk Rock and Roll Punk A Cop dunked a doughnut To flow in the cut I sho nuff Did blown up I roll in the truck flipped flow buck I tuck money under the thing that run I swing Mic this up and sting with a Pigeon Wing Everyone fright afraid of the scene On Acid Dream with Gangster lean I tight the beam and triple team All the murderers fall Like a ball into the crawlspace Every kid lost his balls They are behind walls And under furniture kids crawl To get their ball Being is kid is a trip You play ball You make sure all Your homework’s done Then you get the gun License to dice into twist WIth the tight fists And blades In the shades they right with the display Of art off the chart dance from the heart Being a kid is a start to adult The lawyers bent Master Vet of the head up Trek you dead up Flex the wet up Step with the amputee That lamp crews and do speed Light this Weed up yo! Ganja grow all around the Globe How that sound when you explode? I get down with the cap around to the flow Hit the ground running gunning for Suns And the front humming a gun and just becoming A muscle hustle the fuss you put up to shut tricks In the mix Sticks of Reefer fix all the weak seeds That’s a bleeder missed either or the seer Of weird hits you steer fits like beer at Christmas I get with the dead ring the head sing Like all that I mic up the bike rack with Platinum I got two gats and I Sun Plus my kitchen knives ruin lives I seen it on Jive Records thrive all live I’m the carnivore that tore Wars off Your core soft Your floor and lost it to shot shit up around from the ground up I lounge Hit the plow to prepare the fields for how we get down Ganja crops with splice the mic up I roll dice Hit the high notes vote for soaking wet to bet I loc up I hold cuts I fold shut the sold style with miles of trail to derail trains I lit brains in the lanes with blood stains Flip this tight remain in sight in flight I bit the mic right off the cord been explored on tour With the weapons that set in the threatening by them I don’t like it when people try to ice you to slice and dice you With blades fade like try to spike crews with shoes I flip them fools off they lose cough I need a Ganja cough and soaked off lit the lost and found In the Martial Lounge where all the Spices abound we got it Crowned Triple

This song is also on midnight club los Angeles

GOAT stuff, GOAT memories!!!

whats her name???