Tekster:
Fun Lovin Criminals Livin In The City

him on the plan, turned around and sang... I'm a city boy. Baby Don't you ever try to play me Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby You

i walk my dog at four in the morning You want to know how it really be. What you live and see what you gotta weed. The criminality who's livin it up.

It was late one night up in Washingtgn heights i was on my own. And that wasn't too bright the stage was set and i came collecting. Pickin up a debt

All these people makin' choices with no cause and effect check sayin' their man is the best. But yet they don't respect they lie to elect. Then resent

bruised and battered just like Mick said, Manhattan just when I thought if mattered up jump from the cut. My pastor My heart is filled with pain New York city

be too long now 'til the fire comes to town and leads us underground hey girl the city will eat you alive and leave the faintest burn mark on the dirty city