You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

I'm a born sinner But I die better than that, swear You were always where I needed you to be Whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinning But I live better than that (better tonight) If you ain’t fucking with that I don’t care

And I was born to fight I ain't been knocked down yet I was born to fight I'm the surest bet There ain't no man no woman No beast alive that can beat me 'Cause I'm born to fight They're tryin' to take away my pride By stripping me of everything I own

Deceiver of the gods! Asgard's always been my home But I'm of different blood I will overthrow the throne You all shall kneel to me! You all shall fall to me! Since I was born they have kept me down, They have forced me to conform.

Good loving is my occupation I wanna give you good demonstration Let me hear your good demonstration I was born to be a lover Cutest thing in this town I got some love I want to demonstrate you When you get this down I want to suite you in inspiration

I was born to make you happy I don't know how to live without your love Always and forever you and me That's the way our life should be If only you were here tonight I know that we could make it right 'Cause your the only one within my heart All my life,

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

I must be invisible No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free, But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta High like a jet like a jet blue jet Get on Patron, run grab by your phone To the rhythm I was born to be, born to climb To the brain Put them up! Hands up! Hands up! Put them up! Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high