Not only gin but also juice!

Someone once told me

There was a lot of drama in the L.B.C

But when I arrived there

It was awfully quiet. 

Nobody was playing percussions.
I was lied to.

He also implied

It was difficult being him

Yet he somehow kept coming up with things

I was suspicious and I found him out.

Asked him if he was coming up

When he was walking downstairs.

The same person boasted

There was a party jumping

Because his mother wasn't home

And when I asked him which party

He looked confused.

They were Democrats, by the way. 

Someone once told me

He's got bitches in the living room

But when I went down to check it out

They were all dead.

It wasn't much of a living room.

I'd say it was a dead end.

He also added that
Said bitches were not leaving until 6 a.m.

Which was a gamble on his part

Because what if we picked up the bodies

And took them out at 5.45 a.m.?

He'd look a fool and a liar.

Then he told us to turn off the lights

And close the doors

After we turned off the lights

We tried to close the doors.

It turned out impossible

They had split up in '72.

Someone once told me

He had his mind on his money

And his money on his mind

I wasn't impressed.

It didn't bother me.

I didn't mind it, I've seen that money times.

The same person said

And I quote:

"You got to get yours and I got to get mine"

He didn't specify though

Whether it was iron or coal.

If the latter - he could join the coalition.

A man once admitted he was suffering

He had some sort of chronic pain

That made him choke

And it was serious

I told him he could cure it

With medical marijuana.

Someone once told me

His friend brought some female companions

To serve him without a cherry on top

Which puzzled me.

There was no cakes anyway.

And there was plenty of seats.

Last time I saw him

He was rolling down the streets

Smoking something resembling a cigarette

And sipping on gin and juice

To a great dissatisfaction

Of ethnic minorities.