Let me switch it up...
I'd be a white boy. I mean, I'm white, but I would be a WHITEBOY, a rich one!!
I would wake up in the morning and smell the eggs and bacon and sausage and pancakes my mom is cooking. I'd take off my spiderman pj's, jump in the shower and cleanse my body thoroughly with bath and bodyworks melon scented body wash after I wash my hair with a $20 bottle of shampoo that contains special vitamins and nutrients. I get out, dry off with a cotton towel about 10 feet long, put on my tighty whities and slacks with a polo shirt to match my brand new wingtip shoes. I would go downstairs, give my mommy a kiss on the cheek, take what she has cooked and devour it with a bowl of special K and non fat milk on the side. After breakfast I will walk my prize poodle "Buffy", and let her crap on my neighbors lawn without picking it up. Take Buffy home, get in my brand new BMW and go to my private high school where I will meet my best friends Todd and Cliff. Todd is a gangster, a true rebel from birth. He doesn't eat lunchables, he goofed around and dropped his GPA last semester to 3.95, and he has semi baggy levi strauss jeans...they are heck of loose. He also grabs his penis and scratches it in public, damn pervert. Anyhow, there's this girl Tiffany who I absolutely adore, and I want to take her to the country club sometime but I don't know if she'll like me, I have a few blemishes on my forehead. I would do anything to kiss her on her head, and maybe one day her lips.
Did I mention that I'm as gangster as Todd? Friday nights, we go to the craziest nightclub in Tiburon, privately owned by my parents, but it gets CUH-RAY-ZY. All of my peeps and I get some slow gin fizzes and a bottle of Hpnotiq each, get piss drunk, and crip walk all over the dance floor. Nobody messes with us because they can tell we are real gangsters, but my parents don't know that. Some kid will talk mess to me, and I will go get my Co2 powered pellet pistol from under my seat and shoot at him but miss on purpose, but it will scare the begeezus out of him. After the bar, I go home and pass out, with puke all over my abercrombie & fitch apparel that the women absolutely go crazy for. I wear a du-rag, 2Pac style, even though I have spikey hair with highlights. When somebody fucks with me I call my lawyer and sue them, now THAT'S GANGSTER...I keeps it poppin cuzzo, and fuck a spaz!!