Lyrics
You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There's something missin' here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It's time to get out on your own
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa
Yo' family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus:
You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move
You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credid card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not goin' very far
You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus
To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me
You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I'm always buyin'with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus
To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me
You move to the city
There's something missin' here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It's time to get out on your own
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa
Yo' family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus:
You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move
You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credid card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not goin' very far
You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus
To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me
You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I'm always buyin'with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began
Chorus
To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me
