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.
Grr, 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 hell up tight. I walk around town with a stark erection, Then gave ur mom a yeast infection. I saw the police man and I punched him in the eye, To serve and protect, 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, Grr I'm mad! Imma gangster, my rhymes are bad. Imma gangster, I'm iced out like a freezer, Imma gangster, I don't listen to wheezer.
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 cocain, My rhymes are hot, like a burning flam. 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 were 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 step to me, do not step 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 mincemeat out of his rear. Then Petty helped me make the gangster beat to this song, I shot him in the face because me looked at me wrong.
Imma gangster, I drop bombs like Hemo Shema, Imma gangster, b***h suck on my weaner. Imma gangster, I drive a cool car, Imma gangster, I smoke weed in a cegar.
Yo! My gangster flow, Yo, yo yo yo.
I'm rolling on doves, Ice out like hockey, I got kicked out of Jepan for wana sakie. (ooo) F**k a b***h, (ahh) Give me head w***e! What's 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 left. Die, die you santa clause die!