作词 : COMBS, BENJAMIN/COMBS, JOEL
Walkin' on the streets of 
DCOn the East 
Coast where 
I liveYou say, "What's your problem?What's with this angry kid?"
You don't like the way 
I walk or the way 
I talkOr the way 
I swing my hands
You don't like the words 
I speak or the thoughts 
I thinkAnd 
I know you'll never understand
You know on the 
East Coast we ride until we die
You know, oh oh oh
Well there's a place inside my mind
Yeah a place you'll never find
There's a place inside my mind
Walk this way, you know
And wouldn't it be perfect
If I could sit with you?
And we would change a thing or two
We'd change a thing or two
We would change the way you think
We would change the way 
I thinkWe can't change the way they think
So we're not changin' anything
You know on the 
East Coast we ride until we die
You know, oh oh oh
Well there's a place inside my mind
Yeah a place you'll never find
There's a place inside my mind
We'll leave today, you know'
Cause on the 
East Coast we ride
Until the day we die
There's a place inside my mind
Yeah a place you'll never find
There's a place inside my mind
Walk this way
There's a place inside my mind
Yeah a place you'll never find
There's a place inside my mind
We'll leave today, you know