I am a wannabe
You better be careful around me
I come from far away, where mustang dreams are made
And we are fashioned in the image of the Dons who have come before us
We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us.
Cause Im a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
Im a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
Im a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away.
Like a lemon pie a la mode, my nine is easy to load
Aall hail Jericho
Turnpike Teck
Thats where I go to learn the things about the universe Ill need
So I can build a stamped
Cause Im all up in your face again, Im all up in your face.
A wannabe gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair
OOH DAMN, I reak of cologne
But yo Im lookin snappy, Im nappy, Im crappy, got jimmy hats from pappy
So now Im trigger happy
(Girl did he just rhyme crappy with happy?)
Yeah, so you girlies wanna get wit this nit wit, got Cheese Whiz or not?
Then Im a hafta blow up ya mail box BIATCH!
Or toilet paper ya front yard, show the cops my Suburbs Card
They gotta let me go cause they know that Im hard
Its the deal its for real, ya betta listen to what Im tellin ya . . .
Cause Im a wannabe gangstar.
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