I'm A Wigga Lyrics

I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock,
Got my rag on backwards so I look just like Tupac,
With my cap tilted cause I'm tryin to hide,
The fact that I'm from Maine but I represent the south side,
I got a B.B. gun dat looks just like a Mack 10,
If I shot ya biotch 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, and a rigged up black light,
My curfews at 10 but I stay out till midnight,
Sittin in my ride puffin bammies from the one hitta,
Can't smoke at home cuz I'll get caught by my baby sitta,
I wanna be black but wit my moustache I look Mexican,
I learned how to spit rhymes from readin Green Eggs & Ham,
I talk plenty shit, so that must make me hard,
I did a 2 day stretch for stealin at Wal-Mart,

I'm a wigga, so go figure,
I'm just a white boy that wants to be a nigga,
Don't forget the do-rag,
Take me to the tannin booth,
Got a little bling bling,
Next week I'm gettin a gold tooth,

Callin up some honeys,
They only gimmie pussy cuz I say I got the money,
None of my hoes are over 13 cuz,
To these little tricks my dick looks humongous,
I live in my momma's basement & I'm almost 23,
Other than that there's nothing goin for me,
Never had a hard day in my life you see,
Except when I took my mother fuckin G.E.D.,
I ain't a gangsta bitch,
I'm just a pranksta bitch,
And if you step to me,
I'll run just like a bitch,
I'll run just far enough to where you can't catch me,Bloody Fetus - I'm A Wigga - http://motolyrics.com/bloody-fetus/im-a-wigga-lyrics.html
Peel out in my ride & call you a pussy,
But livin in the suburbs I'm the toughest on my block,
And every little hoe is ridin all up on my jock,
Not packin too much meat so I stuff it with a sock,
You remember the first line? Yea, I said I had a little cock,

I'm a wigga, so go figure,
I'm just a white boy that wants to be a nigga,
My closets full of Fubu,
Sippin on the forties,
My name is really Carl,
But you can call me shortie,

When you see me struttin down the street walkin with a limp,
It's not because I'm hard it's cause I got my ass kicked,
By a bunch of real G's they beat my ass & shanked me with a knife,
For tryin to be down & claiming ghetto life,
But it'll all catch up to you in the end,
Someday you'll be alone & I'll be with all my friends,
And we'll kick your ass yea we'll beat you down,
Mother fucker don't make me act a clown,
I ain't in a gang,
But I can talk the slang,
I know the ebonics handbook like it ain't no thang,
So I must be real yo,
I listen to M.C. Hammer & I'm down with Menudo,
So that's pretty much how the story goes,
I'm the suburban gangsta that fucks 12 year olds,
Just a skinny honkey that tries to act tough,
But I'm the first to back down if you call my bluff,

I'm a wigga, so go figure,
I'm just a white boy that wants to be a nigga,
Smokin tokin skank weed,
Wear a pick in my hair,
Stompin in my Air Force Ones,
But can't afford two pair