Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wannabe G's, artist - Baba Brinkman
Date of issue: 27.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wannabe G's |
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, fuck that! |
What I need is some swagger to compete with these bastards |
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 killer, 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 compass, no divine oversight |
So we can’t expect it to behave nice or known what’s right |
Suppose you knew your death 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 sexual |
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, fuck 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 |
Mutherfuckers 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 |