Lyrics

with a smile on his face singin' songs fron the soul got a gun in his pocket and a girl on his mind
through the youth club courts watch the pennsyvania pick make a gutter rat think ... I'm a kid fron the skids
and his old man's just a bum from the lower east side ... in trouble with the cops he said run boy hide
when he hides they will seek they'll be johnnies on the pony and the outlook is bleak it'n no life for the weak
just a bad situation that got heavy out of hand
bullets in the back wasn't part of the plan
all the pretty black girls that paint the words on the wall wearing razors in their hair ...Soulful Little Sistas!

I GOT FUN IF YOU WANT SOME
YOU HURT MY DARLING .... AND I DON'T PLAY
MY GUN'S A BIG ONE
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING SHOOTING EVERYWAY

well this is his neighborhood and all his people know him well ... so he made a bad mistake ain't nobody gonna tell
and all the puerto rican ninas chirp the bad running boy now ain't that a bitch .... they think he's so fine
just a proud young machacho in a black sweat band .... black hair shining
skin so tan

I GOT FUN IF YOU WANT SOME
YOU HURT MY DARLING .... AND I DON'T PLAY
MY GUN'S A BIG ONE
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING SHOOTING EVERYWAY

ignorant boy's a real wild flower he's the man of the hour .... got real stay power
and the j&d gents are down to stomp his rump but he knows his friends and he ain't no chump
so they wanna touch a girl?
they wanna love a lady?
well she's his lady now and THAT DON'T GO!!! uh-oh

I GOT FUN IF YOU WANT SOME
YOU HURT MY DARLING .... AND I DON'T PLAY
MY GUN'S A BIG ONE
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING SHOOTING EVERYWAY

my guns a big one