New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Let's get these teen hearts beating Will you dance to this beat And hold a lover close? Faster, faster Dance to this beat I've got more wit A better kiss A hotter touch a better fuck

I hate boys, but boys love me. I think they suck and my friends agree. Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah, I. hate. boys. Bo-bo-bo-boys bo-boys If you hate 'em boys, shake it. If you hate them boys, shake it. No-no-no-no, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad. Well, maybe

Doing it to country songs I like doing it to country songs She likes doing it to country songs We like doing it to country songs My alarm clock is a radio 95.5 gets me ready to go I'm heading to my job, drinking coffee strong And I'm doing it to country

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

16 bars, no filler Man wanna end my career I see bare fuckboys, no killers Thinking you're big, I'm bigger Think my white friends can say nigga? And I'll stand here like that's jigga?

Mama always told me, papa always warned me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me never to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Wake up dead, you die I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed, I know if I wake her, I'll wake up dead