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
('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
A wannabe gangstar
A victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya
I sit 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 biahtch
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