We Live NE of Compton
Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms [x10]

I'll invite truth of lust and hair
The priests, they say they'll turn out right
Crash land down on a mission, yeah
The priests, they say they'll turn out right
I will give you my eye
The priests, they say they'll turn out right

Well we, we come, down from...

Men from the boys, boys from the men
Men from the boys, boys from the men
Men from the boys from the boys from the men
From the men from the boys from the boys from the men

Out of the factory
Out on a popsicle bed
The city needs my friend

The city
The city
The city loves you