Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it. There's a new kid in town. There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you. People you meet, they all seem to

In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand In the life Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin' Stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out

Let the good times roll, let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old Get together, let the good times roll Hey, everybody, let's have some fun You only live but once And when you're dead you're done, so Don't sit there mumblin', talkin'

Live like a dream Everybody sing Wild and haunting Broken but free All of a sudden it is midnight And we were running 'til the sunrise

Everybody's got this disease We're born to live, we're born to die We're forced to swallow these pills and to never ask why What I've become? What can you see? That everybody, everybody, everybody's got this disease Forget what you are Forget what you

Everybody sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now? We were born for this (We were born for this) Everybody live Like it's the last day you will ever see Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure? And

This is heaven, yeah Everyday I know that this might hurt but I don't care Oh everybody feels alive Everyone they say that we don't work But I could swear this is heaven, yeah Oh you don't feel alive now When the room don't like us I'll be at your table

Tell me, tell me Everybody, sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing We were born for this Do you feel the pressure now? (We were born for this) Everybody, live Like it's the last day you will ever see Can you feel the pressure?

We can all get some, yeah, we can all get paid Hey everybody, we don't have to live this way Yeah, we've all been there before and it goes oh She maxed her credit cards and don't got a job She pays for gas with all the change in her car It's not the end

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