I was working at the club In 1995 Sunday was the night That the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice That my phobio
You look so fine, I want to break your heart And give you mine, you're taking me over It's so insane, you've got me tethered and chained I hear your name
Like 9 till 10 love 5 point hit All you had was your fist if it was in the grim Some say they're ignorant They leave a trail, spend hard time in jail
We got the crazy crew You think you comin' we say "Na na na" We got the block locked up We got the crazy crew You think you comin' we say "Na na na"
I got my lovin' and it's alright Suga is sweet but sometimes she bite Pucker up, baby and make it tight Livin' my life, keep me up all night Shake that
Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin
I think about the block keep it close like treasure Keep it packed away where no one come into Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever I thought
We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the
[Incomprehensible] Coney Island girl I know this ain't no time to be talking Yo baby, I'll understand it if you keep on walking It's not like I liked
Now I thought we'd come alive And stop all this drunken driving You were the one who wanted to storm those gates And kill those prophets that couldn't
I was working at the club in 1995 Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice and the crowd was just so nice That my phobia
Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll So I hit the road and made my getaway Restless feeling, I really gotta hold I started searching for a better
Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not to late To learn how to love And forget how to hate Mental wounds not
none You try to discern between truth and suggestion But they bid for your ID via fear of rejection All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
One two, one two three four When 8 o'clock rolls around And the same old shit is gettin' down Go to 10th street, yeah 10th street If you don't want D
Hemlock five caught me out there later on It's the girl I told the man, but he swore he'd prove me wrong Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline
Maximilian morals, difference in opinion I was with him, he had 7 Jack and Cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills Some look like they're
