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.


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'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; all 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.

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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.

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