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