city, here we come You know, it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie Surf city, here we come Well, it ain't got a backseat or a rear window
nerd with a hardcore twist, playin with racing cars (Count the rain on the window pane) We look out the window and count the rain on the window pane
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'? Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window real quick, son Open that fuckin' window You gonna take him from the window
have changed, slightly re-arranged I must admit, it's kinda strange To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits
a nerd with a hardcore twist, playin with racing cars We look out the window and count the rain on the window pane (Count the rain on the window pane)
? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?) Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son Open that fuckin window (You gonna take him from the window
City, here we come You know, it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goody Surf City, here we come Well, it ain't got a backseat or a rear window But
City, here we come You know, it ain't very cherry, it's an oldie but a goody Surf City, here we come Well, it ain't got a backseat or a rear window But
there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?) Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son Open that fuckin window (You gonna take him from the window
