Wheatus - Wannabe Gangstar lyrics
[Wheatus - Wannabe Gangstar lyrics]
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
You better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar
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
A wannabe gangstar
A victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya i sit's 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 mail box
Or bii ahtch 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 telling you
Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Hey 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
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
You better go back to Commack
I'm a wannabe gangstar
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
A wannabe gangstar
A victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya i sit's 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 mail box
Or bii ahtch 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 telling you
Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Hey 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