Gritty boon docks, dizzy trollops,
Messed and stray and revile.
Go down there where the dealers will har-ass,
Bad men crafting, young punks sassing,
Each one vile and hostile,
And on every street corner there's beer.

Doper sales, doper sales,
Buy you some grass, inner city.
Ding-a-lings, do their thing,
They will harass you all day.

Strung out like kites,
Gettin' in fights
Cop cars blink at the scene,
Then they lock them all up for good measure,
Buy blow at lunch,
Hit the skids, crunch.
City streets are so mean,
There's animals and hustlers to fear.

Doper sales, doper sales,
Buy you some grass, inner city.
Ding-a-lings, do their thing,
They will harass you all day.