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I own these streets
I run this city
And I got a gang
To run it with me

Hard as nails
Cool as ice
You wanna mess with us
Think twice

Cause I got a
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 thangs
I need a black man
In my crew
Ah, could it be you?

I've got the 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 thangs
I need a black man
In my crew
Ah, could it be you?

So what do ya say man?
Do you wanna be in my gang?
I don't know, man
What are the hours?
Nine to five, with an hour for lunch
And I'm gonna need to see some references
I got your references right here, buddy
I like your style, kid
Welcome to my gang

Black man
In my gang
A black man doing black man thangs
Ya he's the black man
In my crew
And you could be too

Black man
In my gang
A black man doing black man thangs
Ya he's the black man
In my crew
And you could be too
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Lyrics submitted by sorcha wheatley.
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