Wannabes

Wannabe’s, Wannabe’s

Gangsters, Hustlers, Killers, Riders, Rappers, Singers, Real G’s

Wannabe’s!

Wanna dress like, wanna talk like us

Wanna be like, wanna walk like us

Nigga used to be soft, now you wanna be tough

Used to be in your video, shaking like Ugh?!

You motherfuckers be doing too much

Wanna be hating now you wanna be us

I ought a really be clapping at ya’ll but instead I’m straight laughing at ya’ll

Then a nigga had the nerve to say fuck snoop dogg

Cuz got a perm and he just brought a coupe ya’ll

Tattooed L.B.C. on him and every little G in the streets want in

They talking about Cuz ain’t from the set

And when they catch him in the hood, he gon get checked

Young G you better be where you say you’re from

Where you from Cuz?? Wannabe’s!

Niggaz gon hit you up, what it do Crip?

Niggaz want everything, even your bitch!

Used to be jewelry, and just your whip

Nowadays everybody is in it for the chips

My Grandmamma living in the south

Understand me she even had to tell me what it’s about

Say the white kids on the block wanna get a flex

Say they love me like Elvis, ain’t that a bitch?

Wannabe’s, Wannabe’s

Gangsters, Hustlers, Killers, Riders, Rappers, Singers, Real G’s

Wannabe’s!

You Niggaz wannabe’s I was raised by these streets

Ex D-boy I did my thang in these streets

Went out of towns on so many licks

On Everything I love, wrapped so many bricks

Catch me in the coupe with my hat sitting low

In a rental car wit the mac and the snow (haha)

Or In a prizewinner wit the mac and the blow

A half a mil a trip and I put that on Crip

Inglewood homies and they so Piru

And So a nigga love every time I come through

The big homie told me Go on get em Nephew

Make it do what it do, these niggaz ain’t you

No wordplay, ad-libbed yo, yeaaaah!

Outta line, pull a half clip yo

Send em back to the lab, a lot of braggin’ going on

Try and sound like ya boy, a lotta bank going ***

Just one problem, that ain’t your life

Nigga just two problems, that ain’t your ice

Told ya’ll Niggaz and I showed ya’ll niggaz

Fuck around and make me expose ya’ll niggaz

Who me? I went rock for rock

Then I stacked it all up and went block to block

They got that Yayo money, lay low money

Cold blooded killer better pay yo money

You say you are, yet you not what you say you are

You don’t know who you are, you gon do it, I did it in crisis

Barry wanted to be white, Marvin was gay, Gladys chose a pimp

Nigga you fell in love with a tramp, Not the baddest bitch

Half of a gangster started this sucker’s dream

You spoke up when you should shut up

With them eleven dollar words coming out of your two dollar mouth

About a multimillion dollar Crip, that’ll smack the protein and the gingivitis out your lips

Little boy you don’t retrospect nothing, you better respect the 5 star guerilla crip

With bars and stars and more stripes than a zebra and a Siberian tiger

While you kiss that man who never fucked your mama, call him Pa!

This is the sickest shit I ever saw, what part of the game is that

You can’t make a tramp a champ, even if you put on a stamp

She still wouldn’t be worth a crying dime, or a blue nickel or a screaming quarter

When it comes to this game, lil nigga you totally out of order

I said, It don’t matter what you say or what you doing?

Whatever your G file may be? If it comes out that you’s a homosexual

That your snitching, you can ride the army, jack the navy, handcuff the marines

Your G File is a sponge