I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go   I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes   He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town   An I hope you have a real find day   But don't you let me catch you when the sun goes down      CHORUS   We got scalawags we got queens in drag we got pushers pimps and punks   We got crips and bloods we got dykes and studs   We've got junkies thieves and drunks   This is where the juice got turned aloose and if you ain't caught on yet   Ain't no law in California   Welcome to the wild wild west      He said there's women in this city that are just too low down to crawl   And homeboys packing pieces they'll shoot you just to watch you fall   You'ld better get on back to Hicksville that's the bast thing you can do   There's hustlers hoods and outlaws that'd love to find a country boy like you      REPEAT CHORUS