1] When I turn a out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York chairs The punk funk sound to a sane man flip Girls the stage, faggots cold dip Low to avoid the and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy Wit the trying to control the crowd But can't, systems crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud I don't wanna it to be hardcore Blows are thrown, heads are flown Pan Am Brothers licking off the son of Sam and The bass continues to It don't wanna it to be hardcore
2] You to fight me that's fine You'll kick my ass and fine I'll walk away yeah fine But I'll get all you Its ok to you're gay
By the gangbanners at the shows Wit the cops trying to control the But they can't, crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud I wanna it to be totally hardcore Blows are thrown, heads are flown Pan Am Brothers licking off the son of Sam and The continues to thump It don't wanna it to be hardcore
3] It's fine to sip on a in the summer time Dress warmer in the time I know cold so put on your coat You're not so hardcore
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It's fine to sip on a Cooler in the time
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