I left my heart in San Fransisco    I'ts at some motherfucking disco    The people there where dancin' on it    And that's including Ms. Matronic       Hell if music is the victim then so am I    Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite    I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry    If music is the victim then som am I       Of your bad fun    Money's all gone but you need some    Lover's on the phone but the got none    Daddy ain't home from the dog run    And you're riding through the city with a shotgun       I left my bag in Pasadena    Where all them girls was doin' Tina    Them bitches sure where crunked up on it    I said I'd rather smoke som chronic       Hell if music is the victim then so am I    Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite    I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry    If music is the victim then som am I       Of your bad fun    Money's all gone but you need some    Lover's on the phone but the got none    Daddy ain't home from the dog run    And you're riding through the city with a shotgun       I left my man in Houston Texas    Just before he finished breakfast    He said; oh baby fry some more eggs    But I was runnin' on my own two legs       Hell if Jesus had the power than so do I    To rise up from the dead and take up to the sky    I'm bustin' for the money so I get by    If music is the victim then so am I