I'm a performer,
turn on the same boss to cool me off
With your big club buddies and your new favorite writers
I still need a drugster to kill my buzz
Walton streets, Walton streets
Walton streets, Walton streets
Walton streets, Walton streets
Walton streets
Split the silence, turn up the volume
A couple of little tricks, you'll get me right
You better believe us, you better trust us
Don't let us trap or walk in ranks
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa Walton streets,
Walton streets
Gotta get to the balls,
you have to choose Play with the boys,
you're bound to lose
Got a bottle in one hand,
can't in the other Don't call me real,
come to the real thing,
brother
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa Walton streets, Walton streets
America,
how's your favorite son?
Do you care just what he's done?
Now, Walton streets,
Walton streets Walton streets,
Walton streets
Running wild in the streets We're running wild in the streets