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hollywood undead – the gangster song lyrics

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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 h-ll-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 m-st-rb-t-
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-tch 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 j-pan for drinking all the sake
f-ck a b-tch, 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
n-body 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 a cappela.

[second voice again]
i like to slap b-tches. i like to slap hoes.

- hollywood undead lyrics

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