Baba Brinkman - Wannabe G's lyrics

Ghetto boys Die by twenty-five Or catch a quick three-to-five From a young white Canadian Wannabe G's perspective Baby baby Reminiscin' back To when I wanted to be part of gangster rap To be a gangster, or not to be a gangster, that is the question Do you find it impressive or do you find it offensive? Well now I find it offensive, but if I go back to the exact moment My own hormonal clock ticked over into adolescence God damn! I don't understand these rules, man It's like they're just designed to hold me back, but gangster rap Now that seems cool, yeah, that Ice Cube attitude And 2 Live Crew, like "Unh me so horny" – yeah me too! I just wanna screw everything that moves, but these high school chicks Man, is it me or do they only like guys who act like huge dicks? I'm lookin' for role models and all I can find is Bruce Willis And Slick Rick, and my parents want me to plan for the future? Man, f** that! What I need is some swagger to compete with these ba*tards For female attention – I'm not tryin' to get a teenager pregnant But at least me and my henchmen need to be seen as contenders And these gangsters on TV, man, they could be our secret weapon I mean, I'm not a k**er, but I roll with some pot dealers So yeah, I've got a rebellious side, and I bet lots of these guys Who live in villas are about as real as the zombies in Thriller right? Obviously I was vanilla, but I just had this feelin' This visceral attraction to rap; it was just like I just had to listen Plus I was an avid mimic, so I guess my gangster obsession Made me a poster boy for the natural selection of inaccurate perceptions The evolution of self-deception Emulating ghetto boys Even if we're not in ghetto streets Exaggerating the threat of violence It's a state of mind That dictates reality Evolution has no foresight It moves like a person through a dark forest by torchlight With no map, no compa**, no divine oversight So we can't expect it to behave nice or known what's right Suppose you knew your d**h would be on March 17th when you're 73 What kind of person does evolution predict you would be? It predicts men will breed slightly more promiscuously and women Slightly more selectively 'cause their investment is relatively extreme But since co-parenting is so very beneficial To your adorable little genetic vessels, the s**ual Differences are often negligible – what the longevity really predicts Is a constant investment in your long-term potential You would plan for the future, and be a contributor to your community And make a long-term winner out of a short-term loser Now imagine you knew you would die at thirty-five What does evolution predict that you would do to survive And reproduce? If you're a man, it predicts you would fight Thug life, f** the world, yeah, what, ready to die Why? 'Cause these young girls get pregnant quick And if they don't, well then they don't get to spend much time with their kids And they only hook up with the guys that are rich The ones who cut throats and leave their victims to die in a ditch So why are adolescents prone to pro-gangster biases? Maybe because they don't know how long they're likely to live Emulating ghetto boys Even if we're not in ghetto streets Exaggerating the threat of violence It's a state of mind That dictates reality So what up G, are you a real G or just a studio G? How many people do I have to body for you to believe? None really, it's a front really, I just want you to feel me In reality I'm a civilian, I think thuggin' is silly But if I'm bein' threatened, then hell yeah I can be aggressive I'll fight you straight up, unless you come at me with a weapon 'Cause weapons are the democratization of physical strength So I'll pack a weapon too, except I'll fill it with blanks I'll just use it for threat displays, but if I get tested Then I'll get disgraced, so it's time to go load up the tech and spray Mutherf**ers like Scarface, yeah, Tony Montana – explode some shells! My threat level is more effective the less I know myself 'Cause these dogs can smell fear, so I'm fearless, hell yeah I'm a twelve-year-old gangster; you better steer well clear And that's how you go from a well-intentioned adolescent male To another thrill-seeking statistic in jail But hip-hop culture isn't about causing harm for no reason In a way it's an artistic arms-control agreement I thought it was survival of the fittest, but instead it Turned out to be survival of the illest lyrics in the minds of listeners So now my ex-gangster obsession gets exapted To something less graphic, like trading Gladiator for X-factor So instead of bellyaching on the generation gap Why don't you try bangin' some gangster rap and see if it takes you back