I Love Livin' in the City - Fun Lovin' Criminals

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!