Waiting for the night. Keeping out of sight. You're standing on the streets for kicks. Looking for a thrill. You know you're dressed to kill. You're turning all the young boys on.
Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, come on, BCC. Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock. Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's. So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up.