We don't wanna go home. We're bad people and we do bad things. Verse 1:. Here we go don't ya know. We're the ones that keep it wicked. Rock n' Roll all good mix it up. That's my ticket. Cruisin' in my Cadillac Esclade trickin'. Sometimes like it easy sometimes. Like it rugged. Kepp control don't ya know. Hit the floor run for cover. Flew around the world about fifty times over. From New York to LA to the white cliffs of. Dover the road can be my enemy. The road can be my lover. Chorus:. From the humble neighborhoods. WE're takin' over the dance floor. From the humble neighborhoods. We're gettin' out of control. Verse 2:. Here we go don't ya know. We're the ones that make it crazy. This ain't time to get lazy. Mettin' at 11 in the hotel loby. Same faces different places. Never knowin' where we going now. Someday I'm gonna die but it. Won't be from boredom. If you've got the skills then I suggest. That you throw down. Meet us at the spot 'cause it's. Gonna be a showdown. Nay you can't ride the bus. Man you better cool down. Chorus. Verses 1 and 2. Chorus (out)