Yeah, mama and papa told me  I was crazy to stay  I was gay in New York  Which is a fag in L.A.  So I saved my money  And I took a plane  Wherever I go they treat me the same    When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down    I'm going down fifty-third street  And they're spitting in my face  I'm learning the ropes  Yeah I'm learning a trade  The east river truckers  Is churning with trash  I've got so much money  That I'm spending so fast    When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the shit hits the fan  I'll be sitting on the can  When the whip comes down    Yeah, some called me garbage  While I was sleeping on the street  I never roll  And I never cheat  I'm filling a need  I'm plugging a hole  My mama's so glad  I ain't on the dole    When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  (Yeah, go ahead check it out)    Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down  When the whip comes down  (I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)  When the shit hits the fan  I'll be sittin on the can