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