Why Do I Try So Hard

Could someone tell me what up with these try-hard homies

Their caps back to front but i think they're phonies

Theyre hangin with the crew decked out in fubu

The lastest nike sneaker is their choice of shoe

The extra triple large pants so big theyre saggin

With the pimp bit their leg theyd be draggin

In the hood you know youre not a real g

Unless you spell phat p-h-a-t

The local shopping center is the place you hang

Chilling with ya bitch and the rest of the gang

Comparing knives shootin dice and working on your plan

To become an aussie version of the wu-tang clan

Alright, thats enough, you gotta stop but please,

This aint new york city or los angeles

Cause theres no lbc in the ldb

No snoop doggy dogg or worry g

You have gotta be kidding or joking, or just smoking

Your tracksuits bright green and youre looking like a fashion fiend

To some, but others seem to like it a ton

Oh, shit, theyve got the same one on!

Hang on, hang on, i think i know whats goin on

You feel more hardcore when you dress this way

The aussie colour gangs at the shops you hang

Comin back every day like a boomerang

Doin criminal things as your nokia rings

Mum is callin you home you got a family thing

What a cutesy wootsy little gangsta g

Harass me when youre runnin home for tea

Your just rich boys wishin you was black or poor

Spending days smoking crack and patronizing whores

But you dont, you wont, and your starting to smirk

Cause when you turn seventeen your dadll buy you the merch

Man, ive been to la ive seen the ganstas chill

Believe me boys it aint nothing like the hills

So check yourself b4 you wreck yourself

Get the fashion araising and correct yourself

But if youre down your dressing like a clown thats it

Just stop givin me shit when im tryin to catch a flick

(scratching)

The gangs are gathered round the front of gracie brothers

Theyre too young to drive so theyre waiting on their mothers

To come pick them up and take them home

That's why they've got that flashy new mobile phone

Then, you've got the ones who are on their ps

With a license in hand and a set of keys

Doin laps of the local neighborhood

Thinking theyre looking so damn good

The car is lowered, the windows tinted

But what a fuckin shame that the spoilers dinted

Id guess it doesn't matter when you've got a sick system

That goes so loud the whole world can listen

To your doof, doof crap

And your gangsta rap

No room for more than 2 with the woofers in the back

The boys in the hood, they never looked this good

If you could change your skin colour well id bet you would

But that aint gonna happen, so i guess youre just a wigger

At least youre looking cool in your tommy hill figure

(scratching)

This is not about race religion or colour or creed

Cause theres dicks in every part of the world, you see

This is bout teenyboppers hangin out at the shops

Wastin all my time, its my path they cross

With your fists firmly clenched and your arms extended

You stand at me and now youre offended?

If i was tough enough, id knock your ass to the floor

But im not so ill laugh and make a run for the door

You really think, youre looking like a gansta rapper

Like ice cubes hanging out in parramatta

You get a whizzer food court so whats the deal?

Some call it harlarm others call it westfield

So fuck you if youre wearing detus

And just kidding if you ever get to meet us

And if you fall for that, man youre as dumb as you look

Cause when it comes to looking stupid, boy you wrote the book

(scratching)