I own these streets I run this city And I got a gang Who runs it with me
Hard as nails Cold as ice You wanna mess with us Think twice
Cause I've got a Puerto Rican and a nervous Jew Intimidating Russian with a fake tattoo I got a, a hot blonde With plastic boobs But there's something missing from my crew
I need a black man In my gang A black man doing black man things I need a black man In my crew And it could be you
I got a dumb guy Who gets it wrong The young boy Who tags along The mafioso and the wheelchair guy And the quiet one from Tokyo Who's good with knives
I got the, the tough chick Who might be gay And both types of Indian I got the, the fat guy With his pants half down And a guy who's kinda mocha But he just ain't black enough to be the
Black man In my gang A black man doing black man things I need a black man In my crew Could it be you?
So what are you saying, man? Do you want to be in my gang? I don't know, man What are the hours? Nine to five, with an hour for lunch And I gotta need to see some references I got your references right here, buddy (ooh!) I like your style, kid Welcome to my gang
Black man In my gang A black man doing black man things His the black man In my crew And you could be, too
Black man In my gang A black man doing black man things His the black man In my crew And you could be, too!
