| What’s a boy to do if he’ll never be a gangsta?
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| Anger in his heart, but he’ll never be a gangsta
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| If you move into his neighborhood, he’ll never make a sound, ooh!
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| What’s a boy to do if he’ll never be a rasta?
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| Singing from his heart, but he’ll never be a rockstar
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| If you move into his neighborhood, he’ll never make a sound
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| If you move into his neighborhood…
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| Bang-bang, oi!
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| Never move to my hood, cause danger is crawlin' out the wood
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| Bang-bang, boy-ee
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| Never move to my hood, cause danger is crawlin' out the wood
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| What’s a girl to do if she’ll never be a rasta?
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| Singing from her heart, but she’ll never be a rockstar?
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| If you move into her neighborhood, she’ll never make a sound
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| If you move into her neighborhood, she’ll never make a…
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| If you move into her neighborhood, she’ll never make a sound
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| Hey!
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| You gonna put that on tape for posterity?
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| Rewind the tape!
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| Life in the city… life in the city.
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| («…this is happening?»)
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| Makes more sense when calls me |