Middle Class Gangsters

Ain't got no action grip Don't come with a full compliment of weapons Get off your illin' tip I don't recognize anybody from around here anymore And I don't want to be your punching bag Are we losing? Are we middle cla*s gangsters? Wasn't looking at your girlfriend Didn't touch your Mustang When I was in the parking lot What, don't you comprehend? Well, I'll speak slowly if you're on something Or faster if you're not And I don't want to be your punching bag Are we losing? Are we middle cla*s gangsters? So put on British steel Curse today, and how you're feeling Well, everybody up and down my block They used to matter when we used to rock And I don't want to be your punching bag Are we losing? Are we middle cla*s gangsters?