Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook Son, they shook Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts

So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity? What about a different setting? What about me? All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security What about a shotgun wedding? What about me? Ten years out of high school, still no idea what to

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout

And turn around Take a look at what you are You hear me talking? Take a step outside yourself Take a look at who you are It's pretty scary You're not much You can't do anything

I ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this, can I, baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse, baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and

There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked