Yeah, mama and papa told me
I was crazy to stay
I was gay in New York
Just a fag in L.A.
So I saved my money
And I took a plane
Wherever I go they treat me the same
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
Yeah Im going down fifty-third street
And they spit in my face
Im learning the ropes
Yeah Im learning a trade
The East River truckers
Are churning with trash
Ive got so much money
That I spend so fast
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the shit hits the fan
Ill be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
Yeah, some called me garbage
When I was sleeping on the street
I never roll
Oh I never cheat
And Im filling a need, yeah
Im plugging a hole
My mamas so glad
I aint on the dole
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the shit hits the fan
Ill be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
(Ill be running this town, Ill tell you)
When the shit hits the fan
Ill be sittin on the can
When the whip comes down, yeah
Yeah when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah