Hot men don't take no nonsensehe stood, too ready to fighthe got a black buckleI remember the fire in his eyesYou with your switchblade posseI'll get my guns from the side (south)we'll take to the yard like a cock fight4 kicks, who's struttin now?this party is over ratedbut there ain't shit else to doshe's a lovin on the boy from the cityI'll be lovin him under my shoe..