Yeah, momma and poppa told me

I was crazy to stay

I was gay in New York

Which is 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





I'm going down fifty-third street

and they're spitting in my face

I'm learning the ropes

Yeah I'm learning a trade

The east river truckers

is churning with trash

I've got so much money

That I'm spending so fast





When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the shit hits the fan

I'll be sitting on the can

When the whip comes down





Yeah, some called me garbage

While I was sleeping on the street

I never roll

and I never cheat

I'm filling a need

I'm plugging a hole

My mama's so glad

I ain't on the dole





When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

(Yeah, go ahead check it out)





Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down

When the whip comes down

(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)

When the shit hits the fan

I'll be sittin on the can