If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

How they gonna harm us? Came wearing a flat-cap, looking like somebody's father I brought the bad man here, I brought the bad man here You're a bad man how? Bad man where? Apart from you, there's bad man here You're not bad, I'm bad, ask Carlos Is man

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

If I knew one day you would come Now, baby, now, baby, now, baby All the things that I have done Oh, oh I, I was a city boy Riding to danger's where I'd always run above and is hurt I wouldn't have done All the things that I've done Oh, oh, oh, I, I know

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

Yeah, that’s my kind of night! All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish

Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight and narrow Gets a little too straight If that's something you're into Roll up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow

Kiss on my, all over my You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my, You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are, Kiss on my, all over my, All the boys think its cake when they taste my, You don't even need a plate, just your face ha! Licky licky

My mind is a safe And if I keep it then we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat Off last night's stage Just to feel like you If home is where the heart is Then we're all just fucked

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until