Gangsta - Tune-Yards, Cut Chemist

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?»)

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