MUSIC IS THE VICTIM

I left my heart in San Francisco It's at some motherf-cking disco The people there was 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 so am I Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're ridin' through the city with a shotgun I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure was crunked up on it. I said I'd rather smoke some 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 so am I Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're ridin' 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 has 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 Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're ridin' through the city with a shotgun Ridin' through the city with a shotgun Ridin' through the city with a shotgun