Fun Lovin' Criminals - I Love Livin' In The City lyrics

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! (x4) 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 can*l Nevermind the euro-trash, their presence is ban*l 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, motherf**er, 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 f** out I love livin' in the city Give it up for New York City! (x4) guitar solo I love livin' in the city Give it up for New York City! (x8)