I left my heart in San Fransisco 
It's at some motherfucking disco 
The people there where dancing 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 riding 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 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

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 riding through the city with a shotgun
Riding through the city with a shotgun
Riding through the city with a shotgun