Player Hater Lyrics

(in a Ghandi accent)
dunt player hate on me. play....player hate on sumone else.

yo,yoyo, im...ima gangster, where my dogs at?
bark with me if ur my dog.
yo yo yo, im going, im gonna give a shout out to all the player haters. if ur a player hater, don't pla...player hate on me. im..ima gangster.... im straight up.

grrr, i'm steaming mad. grrr.

ima gangster, ima 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 thight.

i walk around town with a stark erection.
then gave ur mom a yeast infection.

i saw a policeman, and i punched him in the eye.
to serve and protect, wut a lie!

i also dont like white people, u shouldn't too.
and dont get me started about the jews.

ima gangster, grrr, im mad
ima gangster, my rhymes are bad.

ima gangster, i'm iced out like a freezer.
ima gangster, i dont listen to weezer.

i dropped outta skool at the age of 3. Why?
cuz all the teachers tried to player hate on me. Oh.

my rhymes r kool, jus like doing cocaine.
my rhymes r hot, like a burning flame.

sisqo is my homie, hez a gangster too.
me sisqo r the leaders of the gangster crew.

i like to be in jail, he likes to sing and dance.
sum say were the perfect match.

step off...
step bak.....
step awaaay.... Josh Tobin - Player Hater - http://motolyrics.com/josh-tobin/player-hater-lyrics.html
step back....
dont..dont step forward..
bak!....
dont step forwards step backwards...
backwards...
dont step to me...
DO NOT STEP TO MEEEEEEEEE...EEEE...

im givin a shoutout to all ma homiez incell block 8.
being in jail sux cuz u always have to masturbate.

except wen a jewish person goes to jail all my homiez cheer.
they will make mince-meat out of hiz rear.

ben peddy 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 suk on my weiner.

ima gangster, i drive a kool car.
ima gangster, i smoke weed in a cigar.

yo! my gangster flow.
yo!yoyoyo.

im rolling on doughs, iced out like hocky.
i got got kicked outta Japan for drinking all da saki.

wut a bitch, gimmie head hoe.
wuts up to my dogs, yoyoyo.

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, theres no beat left...

(takes out a gun)

die! die u old Santa Claus, die!

(Ghandi again)
i like to slap bitches.
i like to slap hoes.