Hot men don't take no nonsense
he stood, too ready to fight
he got a black buckle
I remember the fire in his eyes

You with your switchblade posse
I'll get my guns from the side (south)
we'll take to the yard like a cock fight
4 kicks, who's struttin now?

(whats this bit folks? something about a razor)
but there ain't shit else to do
she's a lovin on the boy from the city
I'll be lovin him under my shoe