Gangsta

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