wasted_emotions
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these lyrics are so good
Could someone tell me what’s up with these try hard homies
The caps back to front but I think their phony
Their hangin’ wit the crew, decked out in fubu
The latest nike sneaker is their choice of shoe
The triple extra large pants so big their saggin’
With the pimp lip their leg, they’d be draggin’
In the hood you know you’re not a real g
Unless you spell ‘fat’ P-H-A-T
The local shopping centre is the place you hang
Chillin’ with your bitch and the rest of the gang
Comparing knives, shooting dice and working on your plan
To become an aussie version of the wu tang clan
Alright that’s enough, you gotta stop it please
This ain’t New York City or Los Angeles
There’s no LBC in the LDB
No Snoop Doggy Dog or Warry G
2
You have gotta be kidding or joking or just smoking
Your tracksuits bright green
You’re lookin’ like a fashion fiend to some
But other’s seem to like it a ton, aw shit they’ve got the same one on
Hang on, hang on, I think I know what’s going on
You feel more hardcore when you’re dressed as one
The aussie coloured gangs at the shops you hang
Coming back everyday like a boomerang
Doing criminal things as your nokia rings
Mummy’s calling ya home, you got a family thing
What a CUTSIE WOOTSIE little gangsta g
Harass me, then you’re runnin’ home for tea
You’re just rich boys wishing you was black or poor
Spending days smoking crack and patronizing whores
But ya don’t, ya won’t and you’re starting to smirk
Cause when you turn 17, your dad’ll buy you the merc
Man I’ve been to L.A, I’ve seen where gangsta’s chill
Believe me boys, it ain’t nothing like the hills
So check yourself before you wreck yourself
Get the fashion eraser out, correct yourself
But if you’re down with dressing like a clown, that’s sick
Just stop giving me shit when I try and catch a flick
3
The gang’s are gathered round the front of grace brothers
Some too young to drive so they’re waiting on their mothers
To come and 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 P’s
With a license in hand and a set of keys
Doing laps of the local neighbourhood
Thinking their looking so damn good
The car is lowered, the windows tinted
But what a fucking shame that the spoiler’s dinted
I 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 two with the woofers in the back
The boys in the hood they never looked this good
If you could change your skin colour, well I bet you would
But that ain’t gonna happen so I guess you’re just a wigga
Atleast you’re looking cool in your tommy hilfiger
4
This is not about race, religion or colour or creed
Cause there’s dicks in every part of the world you see
This is about teeny bopper’s hanging out at the shops
Wasting all my time, it’s my path they cross
With your fist firmly clenched and your arms extended
You stared at me and now you’re offended?
If I was tough enough I’d knock your arse to the floor
But I’m not so I’ll laugh and make a run for the door
You really think that you’re looking like a gangsta rapper?
Like Ice Cube’s hanging out in Parramatta
You’re ghetto is a food court so what’s the deal
Some call it Harlem, others call it Westfield
So fuck you if you wear adidas
And just kidding if you ever get to meet us
And if you fall for that, man you’re as dumb as you look
Cause when it comes to looking stupid, boy you wrote the book
Could someone tell me what’s up with these try hard homies
The caps back to front but I think their phony
Their hangin’ wit the crew, decked out in fubu
The latest nike sneaker is their choice of shoe
The triple extra large pants so big their saggin’
With the pimp lip their leg, they’d be draggin’
In the hood you know you’re not a real g
Unless you spell ‘fat’ P-H-A-T
The local shopping centre is the place you hang
Chillin’ with your bitch and the rest of the gang
Comparing knives, shooting dice and working on your plan
To become an aussie version of the wu tang clan
Alright that’s enough, you gotta stop it please
This ain’t New York City or Los Angeles
There’s no LBC in the LDB
No Snoop Doggy Dog or Warry G
2
You have gotta be kidding or joking or just smoking
Your tracksuits bright green
You’re lookin’ like a fashion fiend to some
But other’s seem to like it a ton, aw shit they’ve got the same one on
Hang on, hang on, I think I know what’s going on
You feel more hardcore when you’re dressed as one
The aussie coloured gangs at the shops you hang
Coming back everyday like a boomerang
Doing criminal things as your nokia rings
Mummy’s calling ya home, you got a family thing
What a CUTSIE WOOTSIE little gangsta g
Harass me, then you’re runnin’ home for tea
You’re just rich boys wishing you was black or poor
Spending days smoking crack and patronizing whores
But ya don’t, ya won’t and you’re starting to smirk
Cause when you turn 17, your dad’ll buy you the merc
Man I’ve been to L.A, I’ve seen where gangsta’s chill
Believe me boys, it ain’t nothing like the hills
So check yourself before you wreck yourself
Get the fashion eraser out, correct yourself
But if you’re down with dressing like a clown, that’s sick
Just stop giving me shit when I try and catch a flick
3
The gang’s are gathered round the front of grace brothers
Some too young to drive so they’re waiting on their mothers
To come and 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 P’s
With a license in hand and a set of keys
Doing laps of the local neighbourhood
Thinking their looking so damn good
The car is lowered, the windows tinted
But what a fucking shame that the spoiler’s dinted
I 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 two with the woofers in the back
The boys in the hood they never looked this good
If you could change your skin colour, well I bet you would
But that ain’t gonna happen so I guess you’re just a wigga
Atleast you’re looking cool in your tommy hilfiger
4
This is not about race, religion or colour or creed
Cause there’s dicks in every part of the world you see
This is about teeny bopper’s hanging out at the shops
Wasting all my time, it’s my path they cross
With your fist firmly clenched and your arms extended
You stared at me and now you’re offended?
If I was tough enough I’d knock your arse to the floor
But I’m not so I’ll laugh and make a run for the door
You really think that you’re looking like a gangsta rapper?
Like Ice Cube’s hanging out in Parramatta
You’re ghetto is a food court so what’s the deal
Some call it Harlem, others call it Westfield
So fuck you if you wear adidas
And just kidding if you ever get to meet us
And if you fall for that, man you’re as dumb as you look
Cause when it comes to looking stupid, boy you wrote the book
