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The Gangster Song lyrics
Don t player hate on me (grr)
Playa hate somebody else. (yeah! )
Yo, yo yo imma gangster,
Where my dogs at?
Bark with me if your my dog.
Yo yo yo (yeah I don t wanna bark)
I m gonna give a shout out to all the player haters (I don t like player haters)
If your a player hater don t player hate on me (player hate somewhere else)
Imma gangster,
I m straight up.
Gr, I m steaming mad.
Imma gangster,
I m a straight up G,
The gangster life,
Is the life for me.
Shooting people by day,
Selling drugs by night,
Being a gangsta is hella tight.
I walk around town with a stark erection,
Then gave your mom a yeast infection.
I saw the police man and I punched him in the eye,
To serve and pretect, what a lie!
I also don t like white people,
You shouldn t to,
And don t get me started about the jews.
Imma gangster, Gr I m mad!
Imma gangster, my rhyms r bad.
Imma gangster, I m iced out like a freezer,
Imma gangster, I don t listen to Weezer.
I droped out of school at the age of three (why? )
Cause all the teachers tryed to player hate on me (oh)
My rhymes are cool, just like doing cocaine,
My rhymes are hot, like a burning flame.
Sisko is my homie, he s a gangster too
Me and Sisko are the leaders of the gangster crew.
I like to be in jail and he likes to sing and dance,
Some say we re the perfect match.
(step off, step back, step AWAY! step back! don t step forward! step backward, don t step forward, step backward, don t steft me, do not steft to me! )
I m giving a shout out to my homies in cell block 8,
Being in jail sucks cause you always have to masterbate.
Except when a jewish person goes to jail all my homies cheer,
They will make minst meat out of his rear.
Then Petty helped me make the gangster beat to this song,
I shot him in the face because he looked at me wrong.
Imma gangster, I drop bombs like Hemo Shema,
Imma gangster, bitch suck on my weiner.
Imma gangster, I drive a cool car,
Imma gangster, I smoke weed in a cigar.
Yo! my gangster flow,
Yo, yo yo yo.
I m rolling on doves,
Ice out like hockey,
I got kicked out of Japan for all the sokie. (ooo)
Fuck a bitch, (ahh)
Gimme head ho!
Wass up to my dogs,
Yo yo yo.
They play this song on the radio,
All day long so everyone can hear my gangster song.
Nobody thought I would blow up like a fire stoned tire,
Oh there s no beat in that.
Die, die u Santa Clause die!
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