Lyrics: Gangster Song

don’t player hate a me, player hate, player hate somebody else.

Yo, yo yo, ima gangster, where my dogs at, bark with me if you’re my dog.
Yo yo yo im going, im gunna give a shout out to all the player haters ( I don’t like player haters) yo if yours a player hater, don’t player hate on me, ima gangster
Im straight up
Grr im steamig mad grr
Ima gangster, im a straight up g, the gangster life is the life for me, shooting people by day, selling drugs by night, being a gangster is hella tight.
I walk around town with a stark erection,then gave your mom a yeast infection I saw the police man, and punched him in the eye, to serve and protect, WHAT A LIE!!
I also don’t like white people, you shouldn’t too, and don’t get me started about the jews.
Ima gangster, grr im mad, ima gangster, my rymes are bad, ima gangster, I might style like a freezer, ima gangster, I don’t listen to weezer.
I dropped outta school at the age of 3, why? Cuz all the teachers tried to player hate on me. Oh.
My rymes are kool,like doing cocane.
my rymes are hot, like a burning flame. Sisco is my homie, hes a gangster too. Me and sisco 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, DON’T STEP FORWARD! STEP BACK! DON’T STEP FORWARD! STEP BACKWARDS! DON’T STEP TO ME! DO NOT STEP TO ME!
Im giving a shout out to all my homies in cell block eight, being in jail sucks because you always have to masterbate. Except when a jewish person goes to jail all my homies cheer, they will make mints meat out of him rear.
Bent patty helped me make the gangster beat to this song, I shot him in the face cuz he looked at me wrong.
Ima gangster, I drop bombs like Hiroshima, ima gangster, bitch suck on my wiener, ima gangster, I drive a cool car, ima gangster, I smoke weed in a cigar.
Yo, my gangster flow.
Yo, yo yo yo, yo
Im rolling on dubs, iced out like hockey. My friend got kicked outta japan for drinking all the sokey. Fuck a bitch, give me head hoe. Whats up to my dogs, yo yo yo. They play this song on the radio all day long, so everyone can hear my gangster song
No body thought id blow up like a firestone tire.
Uh, theres no beat left.
(gun shots)
Die, die, Santa Clause, die!
I like to slap bitches, I like to slap hoes.