Wannabe Gangstar

I am a wannabe, you'd 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 I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you 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 Tech, that's where I go

To learn the things about the universe I'll need so I can build a stampede

Because I'm all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face

'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack

Better go back to far away

A wannabe gangster, a victim of the chromosome prankster

I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair

(Damn)

But yo, I'm looking snappy, I'm nappy, I'm crappy

Got jimmy hats from Pappy, so now I'm trigger-happy

(Girl, did he just rhyme "nappy" with "crappy"?)

Yeah, so

You girlies wanna get with this nit-wit, got Cheez Whiz or not?

Then I might have to blow up your mailbox, or biatch

Or toilet-paper your front yard

Show the cops my suburbs card

They got to let me go, 'cause they know that I'm hard

It's the deal, it's for real

You better listen what I'm tellin' you

'Cause I'm a wannabe gangster

Hey, I'm a wannabe gangster, better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack

I'm a wannabe gangster, you better go back to Commack

Better go back to far

Better go back to far away