Lyrics Wannabe Gangster - Wheatus
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.
'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
Aall
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.
′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.
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.
'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
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