Текст песни Totally Hardcore

[Verse 1]
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows

[Chorus]
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud
I don't wanna it to be totally hardcore
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
It don't wanna it to be totally hardcore

[Verse 2]
You want to fight me that's fine
You'll kick my ass and that's fine
I'll walk away yeah that's fine
But I'll get all you women
Anyway
Its ok to pretend you're gay

[Chorus]
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud
I don't wanna it to be totally hardcore
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
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It don't wanna it to be totally hardcore

[Verse 3]
It's fine to sip on a wine
Cooler in the summer time
Dress warmer in the winter time
I know you're cold so put on your coat
You're not so hardcore anymore

[Chorus]
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud
I don't wanna it to be totally hardcore
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
It don't wanna it to be totally hardcore

Ohhhhhhhh

It's fine to sip on a wine
Cooler in the summer time

[Chorus]
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows (ohhhh)
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd (the crowd)
But they can't, systems crank "So what'cha saying" pumping loud (very loud)
I don't wanna it to be totally hardcore (hardcore...)
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am (ohhh)
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and (aahhhh)
The bass continues to thump (continues to thump)
It don't wanna it to be totally hardcore (hardcore...)