Living in the city can be a gas   if you know what you do and watch your ass   when the pusher man comes up in your face   ignorance is bliss but just in case he tries   to stand in your way tell him no thank you have a nice day   ’cause you don’t want him to get mad   the result of a confrontation could be sad for you   so just go along your way      and when you cross the street make sure to pray   ’cause the taxi drivers can get real crazy   and the cops they sometimes get hazy   while they sniff that coke off the dash,   And then crash oh my god another mistake   now you’re flat just like a pancake      now when you make it to the other side of the street   the one-armed beggar man with no shoes on his feet   will ask you for a nickel or a dime   to get some coffee or a bottle of wine   that’s when you give it up   there’s another on his way      another sucka is born everyday   another sucka, another sad sucka   another sucker, is born everyday      Pitch man in his Mercedes stops at the light   all of the ladies are looking real sexy   trying to impress they are the best   I like the ones in the coffee houses   the way they give sloppy jobs through my trousers   they get hot drink decaf then they’re off      so I guess I’ll spend another night with your wife   go back home pick up the phone and have your phone sex   the next best thing to being there   ’til I get my bill oh well yeah it was a thrill   While it lasted, but now you better turn up the stereo   and blast it to try and drown out the sound of my neighbors getting nasty      another sucka, another sad sucka   another sucka, is born everyday      But still I like the city in the summertime   Thrash gods wailing, they got me feeling fine   You see the brother lookin’ like a broomstick   Once looked slick But he wouldn’t put a rubber on his dick   Now his life’s an open sore   And all his fine clothes they don’t fit him no more   His body’s at the tailor bein’ fitted for a suit   for a noisy celebration      another sucka, another sad sucka   another sucka, is born everyday      © 1995 Supreme Ultimate Music (BMI)   Lyrics respectfully dedicated to Eazy-E 1963-1995