Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Love Livin' in the City, artist - Fun Lovin' Criminals.
Date of issue: 18.08.2005
Song language: English
I Love Livin' in the City |
You see the lights from space, like a beacon to the planets |
As it happens, what had happened, it the charts in south Manhattan |
The batteries up like all my homeboys seen, we all ride in a yellow limousine |
All the greats got stake in the city by the superpower |
The streets got meat, but nevermind the early hour |
SUV’s swarm like Beatles in trees, no matter what your needs if you got the D’s |
From treaties to crunk, to bodies in the trunk |
Yo, it’s never a dull moment unless you’re gettin' drunk |
But it might be you out on the business end |
So pack a jack and watch your back, ain’t nobody your friend |
Back in the jungle it’s survival of the fittest |
So witness the pittness as I stomp all up in this |
You know where to find me, I’m at Bungalow 8 |
But bring a strap and half your camp and the key to hell’s gate |
I love livin' in the city |
Give it up for New York City! |
I got the pug ugly suit with some goya o boya |
Pix, pix, pix, or is that too O.G. |
for ya |
Action packed like Gene Hackman under the L |
The buildings are so beautiful but nevermind the smell |
Nevermind the ghetto fab, their ice is from canal |
Nevermind the euro-trash, their presence is banal |
Nevermind the technocrat when all he says is «well» |
But always mind the «don't walk"sign, the traffic here is hell |
Although my heart is heavy, it’s a bevy of broads |
It’s where you should be goin' it’s where they’re dealin' the cards |
The Bronx is up and, yo, everyone’s down |
The center of the universe for some time now |
And how, motherfucker, this is New York City |
The rest of you are knuckleheads tryin' to look pretty |
Vacancies range from your soul on up |
So count your chips and do the math or get the fuck out |
I love livin' in the city |
Give it up for New York City! |
I love livin' in the city |
Give it up for New York City! |