Player Haters Letra

Yo, yo yo I'm a gangster
Where my dogs at?
Bark with me if your my dog
Yo yo yo, 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 somebody else)
I'm a gangster, I'm straight up
(straight up gangster, dude)

Gr 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 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 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
I'm iced out like a freezer
I'm a gangster
I don't listen to Weezer
I dropped out of school at the age of 3
(Why?)
Cuz all the teachers tried to player hate on me
(oh)
My rhymes are cool just like doing cocaine
My rhymes are hot like a burning flame
Sisqo is my homie, he's a gangster too
Me and Sisqo 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, back, don't step forwards, step backwards, forwards 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 cuz you always have to masturbate
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 Heroshima
I'm a gangster
Bitch, suck on my wiener
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
My friend got kicked out of Japan for drinking all the saki
What a bitch
Gimmie head, ho
What's up to my dawgs
Yo yo yo
They play my 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
(shooting)
Die, Die evil Santa Clause
no i don't wanna do accapello
i like to slap bitches
i like to slap hoes...