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

Don's who have come before us

We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us

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'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar

Better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangstar

Better go back to Commack

I'm 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

All hail Jericho

Turnpike Teck

That's where I go to learn the things about the universe I'll need

So I can build a stamped

Cause I'm all up in your face again

I'm all up in your face

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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 I'm lookin' snappy, I'm nappy, I'm crappy

Got jimmy hats from pappy

So now I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm hard

It's the deal it's for real

Ya betta listen to what I'm tellin' ya . . .

Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar

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