West side bomber looked like a comer
Looked like I'll be back at
school
Put two on the nose
And look how she goes
Little trained squeeze
look like a fool
Rock on..
And I'm gone
Stone gone
Said you can forget about me
And I'm
gone
Stone gone
Working girls just tryin to get ahead
Somebody's bound to end up
dead
And honey
You better stop coming down on me
On me
Stop
Jump Street
Sally comes creeping at the break of dawn
Can't figure out whose side I'm
on
Bomber comes back like a ringin a bell
Knows a good thing and she knows
it well
Well enough best left alone
Wish your mamma had kept you at home
Wish
your mamma had kept the evidence
Worrying about the Feds has crucified me for
dead
She wish I was dead
Well I wish I was dead
But I'm gone
Stone gone
As gone as I can be
And I'm gone
So
gone
Don't look much like a Saturday night
Honey don't look for those flashing
lights
But baby you'd better stop coming down on me
Stop coming down on
me
I don't need it
Stop coming down.. on me
OW !
Jump Street
And I'm gone
Stone gone
You can forget about me yeah
I'm
gone
Stone gone
So long
Workin girls just trying to get ahead
Somebody's bound to end up
dead
Honey.. you better stop coming down on me
Stop your coming
down
Stop coming down on me yeah
Stop coming down on me
Look out funk........
Jump Street.... etc