I left my heart in San Fransisco
   I'ts at some motherfucking disco
   The people there where dancin' on it
   And that's including Ms. Matronic
  
   Hell if music is the victim then so am I
   Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite
   I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry
   If music is the victim then som am I
  
   Of your bad fun
   Money's all gone but you need some
   Lover's on the phone but the got none
   Daddy ain't home from the dog run
   And you're riding through the city with a shotgun
  
   I left my bag in Pasadena
   Where all them girls was doin' Tina
   Them bitches sure where crunked up on it
   I said I'd rather smoke som chronic
  
   Hell if music is the victim then so am I
   Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite
   I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry
   If music is the victim then som am I
  
   Of your bad fun
   Money's all gone but you need some
   Lover's on the phone but the got none
   Daddy ain't home from the dog run
   And you're riding through the city with a shotgun
  
   I left my man in Houston Texas
   Just before he finished breakfast
   He said; oh baby fry some more eggs
   But I was runnin' on my own two legs
  
   Hell if Jesus had the power than so do I
   To rise up from the dead and take up to the sky
   I'm bustin' for the money so I get by
   If music is the victim then so am I