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!