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…
A wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
I’m a wannabe gangstar, ya better go back to Commack
I’m a wannabe gangstar, ya 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 stampeed
Because I’m all up in your face again
I’m all up in your face
I wannabe a gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair
(Daamn)
But yo, I’m lookin' snappy
I’m nappy, I’m crappy
Got jimmy hats from pappy, so now I’m trigger-happy
(Girrl, did he just rhyme 'nappy' with 'crappy'?!)
Yeaah, so…
You girlies wanna get wit' this nit-wit, got Cheez Whiz or not
Then I might hafta blow up ya mail box-uh, bee-ahtch
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 what I’m tellin' you
'Cause I’m a wannabe gangstar…
'Ey I’m a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack
I’m a wannabe gangstar, ya better go back to Commack
I’m a wannabe gangstar, ya better go back to Commack
Better go back to far…
Better go back to far away