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
