City Boy - Fun Lovin' Criminals

Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper

Frankie on the cubes and fisty on the sabre

I was on the mix mad drinkin' that is

When I found all these locals all up in my biz

See I had to do some splainin cause the language they was playin'

Wasn’t NewYorkese or for that Spanglish even

I walked up to the man with the largest of hands

Cold briefed 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 know they always like a story down on flatbush ave

I remembered when I listened and we stole what we had

If America’s a tit then New York is the nipple

So suck on this and you may learn a little

The golden rule’s for fools or for men who are righteous

So play the cards you’re dealt and maybe you might just

Slide on by with no damage to your pride

Go let ignorance be your guide

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