Squirrely we perceive them makin' their upward climb,
Runnin' from the courthouse the INS behind.
Poor kids of these for'ners, pickin' all the crops,
Can't afford the tuna so they're eatin' river carp.

Down on the for'ner, take a back seat,
Will he be a poor boy a slavin',
Or sell nickels on the street?

Brewsky's on the dashboard, drive around in style,
'Migra * sees and gives chase and follows for a while.
Home boy guns the engine and drives out his gazoo,
Then he puts a vast dis-tance and bids those boys adieu.

Roundin' the corner, fly down the street,
Really make a bad noise a drivin',
In a car, not legal street.

Down on the for'ner, take a back seat,
Will he be a poor boy a slavin',
Or sell nickels on the street?

We don't like when many start to hang around,
They're out sellin' nickels and the property goes down.
Over on the corner there's a lot of noise,
Junkies come from all around to buy their magic toys.

Down on the for'ner, take a back seat,
Will he be a poor boy a slavin',
Or sell nickels on the street?

Roundin' the corner, fly down the street,
Really make a bad noise a drivin',
In a car, not legal street.

Down on the for'ner, take a back seat,
Will he be a poor boy a slavin',
Or sell nickels on the street?