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weird al yankovic – im a wigga lyrics

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i wear fake gold to make up for my little c-ck

got my rag on backwards so i look just like 2pac

with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact that im from maine

but i represent the south side

got a bb gun that looks just like a mac 10

if i shot your b-tch it might not even break the skin

i wear my jeans so low you can see my booty crack

got chrome painted rims on my 86’pontiac with fuzzy dice

in a rigged up black/white

my curfew’s at 10 but i stay out till midnight

sitting’ in my ride puffin bennys from my one hitter

can’t smoke at home cause ill get caught by my baby sitter

i wanna be black but with my mustache i look mexican

i learned how to spit rhymes from reading green eggs and ham

i talk plenty sh-t so that must make me hard

i did a 2 day stretch for stealing at wall-mart

im a wigga so go figure im just a white boy that wants to be a n-gg-

don’t forget the dew rag take me to the tanning booth

got a little bling bling next week im getting a gold tooth

calling up some honeys they only give me p-ssy cause i say i got the money

none of my hoes are over 13 ’cause to 2 of these little tricks my d-ck looks humongous

i live my mamma’s bas-m-nt and im almost 23

other than that there’s nothing going for me

never had a hard day in my life you see except when i took my mother f-cking g.e.d.

i aint a gangster b-tch im just a prankster b-tch and if you step to me i run just like a b-tch

i run just far enough to where you cant catch me

peel out in my ride and call you p-ssy

but living in the suburbs im the toughest on my block

and every little hoe is riding all up on my jock

not packing too much meat so i stuff it with a sock

remember the first line yeah i said i had a little c-ck

im a wigga so go figure im just a white boy that wants to be a n-gg-

my closets full of fubu sipping on the 40’s

my name is really carl but you can call me shorty

when you see me strutting down the street walking with a limp

its not because im hard its cause i got my -ss kicked by a bunch of real g’s

they beat my -ss and shanked me with a knife

for trying to be down and claim in ghetto life

it’ll all catch up to you in the end some day

you’ll be alone and ill be with all my friends and we’ll kick your -ss

yeah we’ll beat you down mother f-cker

don’t make me act a clown i ain’t in a gang

but i can talk the slang i know the ebonics hand book like it aint no thang

so i must be real yo i listen to mc hammer

and im down with my new dough so that pretty much how the story goes

im the suburban gangster that f-cks 12 year olds

just a skinny honky that tries to act tough

but i’m the first to back down if you call my bluff

im a wigga so go figure im just a white boy that wants to be a n-gg-

smoking token stank weed

wear a pick in my hair

stomping in my air force 1’s but cant afford 2 pair

- weird al yankovic lyrics

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