Sudden Death - Hip Hop Gangsta lyrics

One two for my crew, three fo' for the dough that I'm

Makin', five six seven for the lives that I'm

Takin', eight nine ten for my singers

Start over at one because I ran out of fingers

But I got a finger for you and it's the middle

And like Batman, you'll be plagued with a riddle

Who do you think you are, and who are you gonna

Be, so you can make the money like me

I grew up on the streets of some town I never been in

I write rhymes about crimes I never did and get the women

And when I'm done I go home and stare blankly out the window

And get back to killin' everything...on Nintendo

Next year when my career is caput

I'll find another image that'll work just as good

But for now I'm gettin' major play on eMpTyV

So a gangsta's life is the life for me

(chorus)

We do gang-bangs and drive-bys

And when it comes to blunts we got a year's supply

But we only act tough on the video screen

'Cause we ain't really part of that gangsta scene (repeat)

Well yeah, bow wow wow, I'm a gangsta

I'm in it to win it like the lottery thanks to

The formula for how to turn vinyl into gold

I can sit back and chill while I sell my soul

To the label that labeled me as a true G

Next week I start shootin' for a gangsta movie

And that's when the money'll start pourin' in

And sequel after sequel there'll be more of it

All this because I use my gat when I oughtta

Pup the clip, pull the trigger and it'll spray you full o' water

Yeah, it's just a prop but it'll get me to the top

And it's the only way that I'll be gettin' any kind of props

So for now while I'm foolin' everyone in the game

I'll make song after song that are practically the same

And I'll be laughin' all the way to the bank

So I'm-a keep on livin' up the life of a gangsta

(chorus)

You hear another g-funk song and ask who is it

Is it Snoop or someone else who's equally full of shizzit

Like a rock star who only knows two or three chords

I'm-a play it and a play it till the public gets bored

And then I'm gonna play it some more and collect

More royalties from the days that I had respect

And then I can retire from this hectic life

Of writin' rhymes about crimes I never did and get a wife

But for now this ain't bad I work an hour a day

I use someone else's music then sit back and get paid

I only sing about blunts and how I hate the police

And my posse yells "Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up!" Peace

I sleep all day and I party all night

I get drunk play Nintendo and maybe pick a fight

I got money, got respect and got tons o' girls

I'm a hip hop gangsta, best life in the world