by Dena Woods

Created on: April 05, 2009

I'm a gangster.... I'm a flat out "G" the gangster life is the life for me.

I wear my pants down to my knees.... thats where I go to the extreme.

I wanna' be famous.... I wanna' be a star,

I wanna' drive my daddy"s car.

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh,uh.....)

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

I wanna' drive down in the hood,

I wanna' visit my brotherhood.

Where kids are gettin' teased everyday,

Afraid to go out side to play.

(Gangster .... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster .... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

Kids shootin' up all the schools,

Kids breakin' up all the rules.

I hate rules .... they sure ain't cool,

I wanna' drop out of high school.

(Gangster, uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh.)

You blame the kids who grab a gun,

You wonder why they shoot up.... everyone.

If you don't play sports.... you don't get A's,

You never hear.... any praise.

( Gangster .... uh, uh... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster .... uh, uh... uh, uh, uh....)

Dad's beatem' mom.... every night,

I'll just stay at the bar.... and start a fight.

Dad's a drunk, mom's a whore,

I just can't take this anymore.

(Gangster .... uh, uh.... uh, uh,uh....)

(Gangster .... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

I'm packin' my bags.... I'm runnin' away,

I'm hitchin' a ride to good OL'.... LA.

I like breakin'.... all the rules,

Parents think.... I'm a fool, for droppin' out of high school.

(Gangster ..... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

I stick out my thumb.... thinkin' I'm cool,

I'm so glad.... I ain't got no more school.

I get in a car, headed out west,

I shut the door and turn to see.... he's gotta gun to my chest.

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster.....uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

He takes my money, he takes my stuff,

Now I don't feel... oh so tough.

He shoots my leg.... then I shout,

Open's the door.... then pushes me out.

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster..... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

Didn't want to follow all the rules....

I dropped out of high school.

I start to cry.... I start to scream,

Soon I see a flashing beam.

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

Better learn your lesson, just like me,

Stay in school .... then you'll see.

If you don't follow all the rules..... you may go to jail,

Listen to my story.... It's not a tall tale.

(Gangster..... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

(Gangster.... uh, uh.... uh, uh, uh....)

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