Versuri Hollywood Undead - The Gangster Song
Don't playa-hate me Play-playa hate, uhh, somebody else Yo, Yo Yo I'm a gangster Where my dogs at? Bark with me if you're my dog Yo, Yo Yo, I'm going (Naww I don't wanna bark) I'm going to give a shoutout to all the playa-haters (We don't like playa-haters) If you're a playa-hater don't playa-hate on me I'm a gangster, I'm a straight up Grr, I'm steaming mad. Grr. I'm a 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 gangster is Hell-up tight I walk around town with a stark erection Then gave your mom a yeast infection I saw the policeman and I 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 I'm a gangster Grr I'm mad I'm a gangster My rhymes are bad I'm a gangster Iced out like a freezer I'm a gangster I don't listen to weezer I dropped out of school at the age of three (why? ) 'Cuz all the teachers tried to playa-hate on me (oh.) My rhymes are cool, just like doing cocaine My rhymes are hot, like a Burning Flame Sisco is my homie he's 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 [Interrupted by another voice] Step off, Step back, Step Away! Step back, Don't step forward step back Don't step forwards step backwards Don't step to me, Do not step to me-eee [First voice raps again] I'm giving a shout-out to my homies in cell block 8 Being in jail sucks cuz you always have to masterbate Except when a Jewish person goes to jail all my homies cheer They will make mince-meat out of his rear Ben Petty helped me make the gangster beat to this song I shot him in the face cuz he looked at me wrong I'm a gangster I drop bombs like Hiroshima I'm a gangster b***h suck on my weiner I'm a gangster I drive a cool car I'm a gangster I smoke weed in a cigar Yo! My gangster flow Yo! Yo Yo Yo I'm rolling on dubs iced out like hockey Got kicked out of Japan for drinking all the sake f**k a b***h, gimmie head ho 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'd blow up like a Firestone tire... Oh there's no beat left. Die. Die you Santa Claus, die. No, I don't wanna do acappela. [Second voice again] I like to slap b*****s. I like to slap hoes. I like to slap snitches.Because that's how it goes.