(At the west coast junkie An east coast monkey Got an elephant dick under my arm) You pack your bags And you move to the city There's somethin' missin' here at home You fix your hair And you look real pretty It's time to gettin out on your own You're always fightin' With your mama and your papa Your family life is one big pain When you're gonna, gonna move to the city? To the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Look out Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Child you gotta move You stole your mama's car And your daddy's plastic credit card You're sixteen and you can't get a job You're not goin' very far You're always fightin' With the teachers and the police Your social life is too insane When you're gonna, gonna move to the city? To the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move, oh yeah, yeah Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Child you gotta move To the city with the real nitty gritty Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Oh, yeah yeah I said yeah You're on the streets And it ain't so pretty At least you get to do what you please You do what you gotta do for the money At times you end up on your knees 'Cause you're always fightin' With the local and the junkies This city life is one big pain When you're gonna, gonna move to the city? To the city where it all began You had to move, you had to move, oh yeah, yeah Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Honey you had to move Into the city with the real nitty gritty Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me!