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...