Lyrics:
There was a boy whose name was Jim
His friends, they were very good to him
They gave him tea, and cakes and jam
And slices of delicious ham
Oh
you seen me out in Detroit?
With Reddi and a whole bunch a D boys
Surrounded by all that pearl
I know one of them hoes had to be your girl
Acting
Brigade
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house darkness old perfume
And fairy stories held me high
On clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you
Fellas in the alley all
ain't doin' no time
Watch them niggas around you, they playin' both sides
Boy, your gang ain't your gang and your homies not your homies
Run it up,
And all the heat that you deploy (your laughing boy)
The more I take (your laughing boy)
The more I break
Cooking fires on a beach
Smoke finger in
boy's lucky
Long gone; yeah, he's got nothing in the head
Long gone, long gone
the wave, yeah
She used to play, yeah
Now she on my face, yeah
You in or you out
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is
boy
Well in the olden days when the Mongolian gangs rode herd out on route nine
We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south, way down through
I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca
listen boys throw me smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
(bridge)
A lot of bread and gangs
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
goin' all in
Bad bitch I'm fuckin' her good I give her all dick
All these niggas some pussy 'cause they all wet
My boys gettin' that gwap 'cause we all
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples'
High on crack and totin' a machine gun
Time
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples'
High on crack and totin' a machine gun
Time
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples'
High on crack and totin' a machine gun
Time
I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you?
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened
of a guy
L-double-E, B-O-Y
Lee Boy, Lee Boy, he's our guy
If you need Lee, he'll be standing by
L-double-E, B-O-Y
When the King of B-flat walks in
I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you?
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened
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