Danger, she's out into the night Danger, she's such a pretty sight Danger, she walks the streets alone She was treated so badly it seems Now she's lookin' for a dream Danger, all the boys she don't know All the men, they look her way Could be hers, hers

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

The kids are back So just remember the Oh, watch out We walk the streets In tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble Just for some fun But we're all ready if you wanna' start

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head

A love struck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Says something like, "you and me, babe, how about it?" Juliet, when we made love you use to cry I said "I love you like the stars above, I love you till

Is a waterfall Every teardrop is a waterfall I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

This is a story about a lonely, lonely man He lived in a lonely house, on a lonely street In a lonely part of the world But, of course, he had the internet The internet, as you know was his friend You could say his best friend They would play with each

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell