Why Do I Try so Hard Songtext

von 2UP

Could someone tell me what up with these try-hard homies
Their caps back to front but i think they're phonies
Theyre hangin with the crew decked out in fubu
The lastest nike sneaker is their choice of shoe
The extra triple large pants so big theyre saggin
With the pimp bit their leg theyd be draggin
In the hood you know youre not a real g
Unless you spell phat p-h-a-t
The local shopping center is the place you hang
Chilling with ya bitch and the rest of the gang
Comparing knives shootin dice and working on your plan
To become an aussie version of the wu-tang clan
Alright, thats enough, you gotta stop but please,
This aint new york city or los angeles
Cause theres no LBC in the LDB
No snoop doggy dogg or worry g

You have gotta be kidding or joking, or just smoking
Your tracksuits bright green and youre looking like a fashion fiend
To some, but others seem to like it a ton
Oh, shit, theyve got the same one on!
Hang on, hang on, i think i know whats goin on
You feel more hardcore when you dress this way
The aussie colour gangs at the shops you hang
Comin back every day like a boomerang
Doin criminal things as your nokia rings
Mum is callin you home you got a family thing
What a cutesy wootsy little gangsta g
Harass me when youre runnin home for tea
Your just rich boys wishin you was black or poor
Spending days smoking crack and patronizing whores
But you dont, you wont, and your starting to smirk
Cause when you turn seventeen your dadll buy you the merch
Man, ive been to LA ive seen the ganstas chill
Believe me boys it aint nothing like the hills
So check yourself b4 you wreck yourself
Get the fashion araising and correct yourself
But if youre down your dressing like a clown thats it
Just stop givin me shit when im tryin to catch a flick

(scratching)

The gangs are gathered round the front of gracie brothers
Theyre too young to drive so theyre waiting on their mothers
To come pick them up and take them home
That's why they've got that flashy new mobile phone
Then, you've got the ones who are on their ps
With a license in hand and a set of keys
Doin laps of the local neighborhood
Thinking theyre looking so damn good
The car is lowered, the windows tinted
But what a fuckin shame that the spoilers dinted
Id guess it doesn't matter when you've got a sick system
That goes so loud the whole world can listen
To your doof, doof crap
And your gangsta rap
No room for more than 2 with the woofers in the back
The boys in the hood, they never looked this good
If you could change your skin colour well id bet you would
But that aint gonna happen, so i guess youre just a wigger
At least youre looking cool in your tommy hill figure

(scratching)

This is not about race religion or colour or creed
Cause theres dicks in every part of the world, you see
This is bout teenyboppers hangin out at the shops
Wastin all my time, its my path they cross
With your fists firmly clenched and your arms extended
You stand at me and now youre offended?
If i was tough enough, id knock your ass to the floor
But im not so ill laugh and make a run for the door
You really think, youre looking like a gansta rapper
Like ice cubes hanging out in parramatta
You get a whizzer food court so whats the deal?
Some call it harlarm others call it westfield
So fuck you if youre wearing detus
And just kidding if you ever get to meet us
And if you fall for that, man youre as dumb as you look
Cause when it comes to looking stupid, boy you wrote the book

(scratching)