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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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania