Do ya wanna smoke some weed?  Yeah, I do
We can all hang out afta’ schoo’  

You know we don’t do homework ‘cause we don’t care ‘bout our grades
All we care about is giving people aids  

It’s all I’ll do ‘till I’m thirty and I have to get a job
Then I know what I’ll do.  I’ll find a store to rob  

Bein’ gangta’s cool.  I like it a lot.
I’ll do it always with my friends until we all get shot.  

Yeah!
Yeeah!
We’re represent’n!
Hay!
TJS!
Sun Baby Powerup!
Woo-ewh!  

Me and my homies was a-walkin’ ‘round town
Our like pants were a-like-a-hangin’ down  

I saw some fools be ballin’ in the street
So I asked them all if they’d like to be beat  
I balled all around them sucka’s into the hoop
But I had to go fast ‘cause I needed to take a poop  

We’ll give you the finger if we see you driven’
We’ll run over fido if it looks like he be muggin’  

What is this?
Do I need to pull out my AK?
Yeah
Let’s go
Lets get him
Get him! Get him!
It’s probably one of those guys from the Mormon Church
Wait, Wait, Wait! Let me…Let me…can I…get out my machine gun?
Your machine gun?
Ooooooooooh!  

We got all our tattoos and our fine bling-bling
But we aint so fly when mamma gives us a ring-ring
These words may not fit because we can’t sing-sing
But we still get all the white girlies and give them the shwing-shwing  

I make sick hand gestures when I rap
But I know it’s all just a load of crap  

Us gangsta’s in the hood.  We like were we at
So go on ahead and give us more high hat.  

Forget about all them Country singers
Every time I wave at them I don’t use all my fingers  

I was out drivin’ late ghost ridin’ the whip
It was a jolly good time ‘till I broke my hip  

Obama, son.  He’s black like me and you
But he don’t go rollin’ with my gangster crew  

‘Cause every time we touch I get this feeling
And every time we(I) kiss I swear I can fly
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast.  I want this to last
(I) Need you by my side  

‘Cause every time we touch I feel the static
And every time we kiss I reach for the sky
Can’t you feel my heart beat so (fast).  I can’t let you go
(I) Want you in my life  

The moral of the story, I guess there aint none
But heed this warnin’ I gonna kill you son

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